Oklahoma is very beautiful, and Eric loves beauty, but he already has that in you.
Oh, no, I love going into a pen of lions wearing a sign that says .-- Manfred
No threatening the cat! Mr. Snuggly said.
My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.
May I search it? she asked. We screen for weapons.I stared at her, always a risky thing to do to a vampire. Of course not. I have no weapons.
I could add her to the long list of people I didn't understand.
Did you ever think that if you told me where Bill's hiding his computer program, I would give you anything you asked for?- Eric, club dead.
Did we have sex? he asked directly.For about two minutes, this might actually be fun. Eric, I said, we had sex in every position I could imagine, and some I couldn’t. We had sex in every room in my ho...
With green beans and rice.
You'll have to ask Bill that, Sookie. And this is the only reason we're going? You're not cleverly usingthis as an excuse to make out with me?I'm not that clever, Eric.I think you deceive yourself, So...
Wow, I said, since it was all I could think of to say. Wow. That's some outfit. When you've got a big guy wearing Lycra it doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination. I resisted the temptation to as...
There are times to think and times to lie fallow
The sweetest part of being a couple is sharing your life with someone else.But my life, evidently, had not been good enough to share.
The full moon symbol on my calendar no longer seemed to be a period marking the end of something, but just another way of counting time.
So, what, you just decided to sack out here and seduce me when I walked in the door? Home from spending the night at my boyfriend's? After having sex with him that could go in the Guinness Book of Rec...
My brother was an asshole, and Crystal was a whore. These were facts I had to deal with.
Make love, he suggested. Make love with me.I'm not in the right mood for love.Let me try to persuade you.
Lily might be icy on the outside, but inside she was Vesuvius.
I liked long skirts, he said nostalgically. I liked the underthings women wore. The petticoats.
I felt like a car that had only been operated by one driver… a car its new prospective buyer was determined to take to the Daytona 500.