Richelle Mead (born November 12, 1976) is a bestselling American fantasy author. She is known for the Georgina Kincaid series, Vampire Academy, Bloodlines and the Dark Swan series.
Don't worry, I won't bite. At least not in the way you're afraid of.
How come all the harmless people were so lame? Maybe that was the definition of safe.
Come on outside when youʹre done,ʺ I told her. ʺItʹs like the barbecue of the damned. Except. . . thereʹs no grill.
Adrian might be brash and impertinent, but he knew how to move. Maybe dance lessons had been part of growing up in an elite tier of Moroi society. Or maybe he was just naturally skilled at using his body. That kiss has certainly show a fair amount of talent.
Bringing children into it was just low, I decided. At least heʹd left puppies out.
Oh," he said, knocking a red ball into a hole. "It's you. " "You were expecting someone else?" I asked. "Am I interrupting your social calender?" I made a big show of glancing around the empty room. "I don't want to keep you from the mob of fans beating down your door. " "Hey, a guy can hope. I mean, it's not impossible that a car full of scantily clad sorority girls might break down outside and need my help.
You should make her call you ‘Miss Georgina,’” added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. “Or at least ‘ma’am. ’” Niphon’s presence and Jerome’s lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. “I’m not doing any mentoring. She’s so gungho to take on the world’s male population, she doesn’t even need me. ” The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air. "This isn’t funny,” I said. "Sure it is,” said Cody.
I’m not dangerous,” I breathed. He brought his face toward mine. “You are to me. ” And somehow, against all reason, we were kissing.
Adrian, I'm on a date. Why are you here? On my car?
And sometimes, if I was really, really lucky, he’d smile at me. A real smile, too—not the dry one that accompanied the sarcasm we tossed around so often. I didn’t want to admit it to anyone—not to Lissa, not even to myself—but some days, I lived for those smiles.
I get in that kind of situation all the time, Comrade. It's not a big deal. " Anger replaced my fear. I didn't like being treated like a child. "Stop calling me that. You don't even know what you're talking about. " "Sure I do. I had to do a report on the R. S. S. R. last year.
Cool,” I said. “You can IM with the Council from campus. Maybe you can command people to do your homework.
His fingers never ceased to amaze me. They could break a man's neck, bandage a wound, and slide sensually across bare skin.
Some part of you will always. . . fight to cling to life and experience all it has. That's why you're so reckless in the things you do. You don't hold back your feelings, your passion, your anger. It makes you remarkable. It makes you dangerous
Wait until next time," he warned. "I'll do things that'll make you lose control within seconds.
Oh God. She probably thinks we were off doing—you know—romantic type, um, things—
Mistress, I have never asked anything of you in my servitude. But now, I beg you this: do not make me keep passing these adolescent sentiments back and forth all night.
After the bitching I'd done to Abe about going to remote, crappy places, I should have been excited about the prospect of going to Sin City.
Feel guilty. Mourn this. But move on. Don't let it destroy you. Forgive yourself.
I pulled out box after box, setting them haphazardly around the room. My organization lacked something - like, say, organization.