“Helen had to blink a couple of times before she could stop staring and felt her face warm with embarrassment. There was nowhere to look that that wasn't filled with either man pretty or man manly, so she decided she was better looking at the kitchen floor.”

“Handles. That’s all he could think when he saw them. The woman had braided handles into her hair, just begging a man to grab them and guide her head where he wanted it to go. Surely she had to realize that.”

“You stay here, stay safe." He kissed her forehead and darted out the door, sword in hand." Nika turned to glare at Logan. "You try to stop me and I'll find a dozen new and interesting ways to make you regret it." Logan lifted his elegant hands, a small smile playing at the corners of his luscious mouth. "I would never dare to stand between a woman and the man whom she plans to teach a lesson. I prefer to watch the show.”

“Hi." Paul said from her couch, flooding her system with adrenaline. He'd kicked off his shoes and was lounging there as if he had the right to be in her home. "I let myself in. You left the balcony door open." Andrea stopped in her tracks and it took a few seconds to find her tongue. "I never leave my doors unlocked or open." she paused, "and we are three stories up.”

“Awh hell," muttered Drake, "do you do that to all the human women?""No, usually they've started taking their clothes off by now. She's beginning to hurt my feelings." (Logan)"We need to get you a paper bag or a scar or something. (Drake)"Yeah," he said in a dry tone. "I'll get right to work on that."(Helen spellbound-meeting Logan the Vampire for the first time)”

“Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike.”

“A person can do incredible things if he or she has enough hope.”