Alexandra Ivy
I'm not exactly sure when I fell in love with books. Probably on my mother's knee listening to her read Dr. Seuss to me. I do remember that I was barely old enough to cross the street by myself when I discovered the delights of the local library. Could anything be more wonderful than spending summer days surrounded by stacks of Nancy Drew mysteries? Over the years I fell in love with Victoria Holt, Jane Austen, Agatha Christie, and J.R.R. Tolkien just to name a few. I read poetry, essays, biographies, and plays. In fact, I read anything I could get my hands on.
Years later (no, I'm not admitting how many) I'm still an avid reader, and my tastes are still as varied as they were in my youth, which I suppose helps to explain why I enjoy writing regency historicals under the name of Deborah Raleigh, as well as my contemporary paranormals as Alexandra Ivy. For now that is enough to keep me busy, but who knows what the future might hold!
I do have a few other loves in my life besides reading and writing, the most important being my unbelievably patient husband, David, and my two sons, Chance and Alexander. Without their constant support and belief in me, I never could have been able to follow my dreams. They are truly my heroes.
--From authors website--
“A family is like medicine." She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. "Best in small doses.”
“This is a private home.""And?""And I can't enter without an invitation." She jerked her head up. "You're kidding me?""No.""You don't live in a crypt and you can't turn into a bat, but you have to have an invitation to enter a house?" Abby hissed.A reluctant amusement softened the flat eyes. "You wanted me to be vampirish.""Not when it's inconvenient.”
“Keeping low to avoid the branches that blocked their paths, they scurried through the dark. Dante with his usual elegant silence and Abby crashing behind him like a bull elephant with a tranquilizer stuck in its butt.”
“You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing”
“Bon chance, mon ami," Dante called softly.Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.”
“Oui, oui, he snapped with an obvious lack of awe. "Ding dong the demon's dead, now can we admireour delightful handiwork someplace where the ceiling is not about to cave in and your oh-so-handsomevampire is not about to become a dust bunny? (Levet)”
“Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again”
“I hate to interrupt such a touching scene but those hellhounds are not going to wait for you two to play kissey face. So, unless you intend to nail a chunk of roast beef to my butt and have me run around as a distraction, I would suggest we prepare for battle." Pg. 113-114”
“I don't know what your damage is, but in case you've failed to notice,we're in a bit of trouble here. Can you focus on something other than trying to get into my pants?" His lips curled. " I can multitask.”
“Viper: "The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement."Dante: "What sort of disagreement?"Viper: "I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.”
“The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.”
“Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" she gritted. "The kitchen? The sewers? The fires of hell?”
“Do you have to skulk about like that?""No, I don't suppose I have to skulk about.... I simply enjoy doing so.""Well, it's a very vulgar habit.”
“Even if there was such a thing as a half-price sale at the local Ming outlet shop, she would have to work ten lifetimes to make up such a sum. Always supposing that it wasn't one of a kind.Panic was no longer merely rearing. It was thundering through her at full throttle.There was only one thing to be done, she realized. The mature, responsible, adult thing to do.Hide the evidence.”
“What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?”
“Blood hell, what happened to you?" - DanteThe dark wisard and I had a mild disagreement." -ViperWhat sort of disagreement?" -DanteI thought he should be dead and he disagreed." -Viper”
“Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?""I was imagining it was Evor.""Strange that they do not resemble each other.""I have a good imagination.""Ah, in that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?”