Jeaniene Frost

"I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?”His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.”“Yeah, well, consider me an original.”This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment.“I always have."

"No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner,."

"…well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage."

"I am offering you a real commitment— a place in my life forever. Even if our relationship ended, our tie to each other never would. Let me make you a vampire, Leila, and watch decades slide by like days while you’re by my side."

"I heard the car door shut and then Fabian's voice. 'You won't believe what I found around the edge of your property,' the ghost announced. 'A cave with prehistoric painting inside it!' I rolled my eyes. That was the best tactic Fabian could come up with? This was a vampire he was trying to stall, not a paleontologist."

"Flowers and jewelry worked for most girls as a romantic gesture, but here I was, misty-eyed at watching him show my mother how to stab the shit out of him."