Amanda Bonilla

“When I came here two nights ago, I swore to myself that I'd reduce you to a purring kitten, lapping creams from a bowl at my feet.”

“You are no longer a weak, susceptible human. You are Shaede, deadly and cunning. Never bow to that mortal weakness again.”

“What the hell was that supposed to mean anyway? I'm yours. My what? My slave, my guardian angel, my own personal pain in the ass?”

“You must be this tall," I said, leveling my hand well above his stocky height, "to ride this ride." I blew him a kiss and kept walking.”

“Raif spared me the embarrassment of making me wear one of his Lord of the Rings outfits.”