Chloe Neill Quote

I believe there’s something you’ll need, Sentinel. Ethan slid from his chair, dropped to one knee on the carpet. My mind had to race to keep up, but my heart pounded madly. Ethan looked up at me, grinned. That thing, of course, is this. He held up a small dessert fork. You dropped your fork, Sentinel. My blood pounded in my ears. I stood up, swatted his arms with slaps. You are a jerk. He roared with laughter. Ah, Sentinel. The look on your face. He doubled over with laughter. Such terror. I kept swatting. At the thought of marrying you, you pretentious ass. He roared again, then picked me up and carried me to the bed. My pretentions are well earned, Sentinel. You have got to stop doing that. I can’t. It’s hilarious. Only a man would think fake proposals were so funny.

Chloe Neill

I believe there’s something you’ll need, Sentinel. Ethan slid from his chair, dropped to one knee on the carpet. My mind had to race to keep up, but my heart pounded madly. Ethan looked up at me, grinned. That thing, of course, is this. He held up a small dessert fork. You dropped your fork, Sentinel. My blood pounded in my ears. I stood up, swatted his arms with slaps. You are a jerk. He roared with laughter. Ah, Sentinel. The look on your face. He doubled over with laughter. Such terror. I kept swatting. At the thought of marrying you, you pretentious ass. He roared again, then picked me up and carried me to the bed. My pretentions are well earned, Sentinel. You have got to stop doing that. I can’t. It’s hilarious. Only a man would think fake proposals were so funny.

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Chloe Neill (born May 17, 1975) is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Devil's Isle and Chicagoland Vampires series. She writes in the urban fantasy and paranormal romance genres.