Jeaniene Frost
Jeaniene Frost
Jeaniene Frost is an American fantasy author, known for her work on the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Night Huntress series and the Night Huntress World novels. Foreign rights for her novels have sold to nineteen different countries...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth14 June 1974
CountryUnited States of America
balls lucifer
Lucifer’s hairy ball sack! You’ve become a morlock.
morning distance love-you
And there is my payment the rubies in your cheeks. Are you properly scandalized by your wicked behavior? If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to. Do you remember making me swear to repeat all those naughty actions agian, no matter what you said this morning?" Now that he brought it up, I did recall saying that. Great Betrayed by my own immorality. "God, Bones...some of that was depraved." "I'll take that as a compliment." He closed the distance between us."I love you. Don't be ashamed of anything we did, even if your prudery is on life support.
cousin eye makeup
I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.
voice decision promise
Kitten, you need to make a decision. Either we stay here and behave or we leave now and I promise you”—his voice dipped lower and the words fell against my lips—“if we leave, I won’t behave.
heart form stakes
Usually my form of turning someone down was shoving a stake through his heart while smirking, Gotcha!
trying addresses way
I'd address his way of trying to discourage Ian later. After all, he could have come up with something other than saying I was a whiny, smelly, trumpet-snoring bad lay.
bed needs classic
I don't lack for bed partners, so I don't need to scrounge for unwilling scraps.-Spade
voice starting hardened
Gretchen shrugged. "After seeing how he acted when she almost died, I'm starting to get why she's with him." Then her voice hardened. "And really, Leila. That's twice now.
eye hands want
Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?” Bones asked, getting back to the subject. “You to take me,” she replied at once. “Not gonna happen!” I spat, squeezing him possessively. Three sets of widened eyes fixed on me. That’s when I realized that what I had a firm grip on was no longer his hand.
eye my-boyfriend lines
Have you met my boyfriend?” There. That was a doozy. His eyes narrowed, and his lips thinned into a tight line. Yep, Noah was a mood kill for both of us.
dark futility hated
How I hated the dark part of me that continually foretold of failure or futility.
hunting car majestic
Aren’t you going to ask me how it went, Kitten?" “You walked in and took the stairs one at a time,” I answered. “And you haven’t barked at me to get in the car, so I take it Majestic didn’t tell you our asses were trophies for hunting season. Am I wrong?
years juan dio
Juan gave Bones the most admiring look he’d bestowed on him yet. “You talked her into going without panties all these years? Madre de Dios, now that’s impressive. I could learn a great deal from you, amigo.
mind might lost
Would you mind repeating that? I'm afraid I might have lost my wits altogether and just hallucinated what I've longed to hear.