Adriana Anders > Adriana's Quotes

“He speaks in a different language with a voice that's already like sand shifting over metal, and my insides flip out. He's inadvertently flicked some weird switch inside me, and there's no turning back once it's there. Apparently I really like hearing someone speak in Hungarian or Polish or Russian or whatever it is he's speaking, while trapped in a closet. I'm a secret subscriber to Trapped in a Polish Closet magazine.”
― Charlotte Stein, Run to You

“There are many chaotic paths to success in the world of writing.”
― Madeline Iva, The Lady Smut Book of Dark Desires

“Sometimes in life, you work hard for somethin' without knowin' quite why. Now I know. I've been workin' on this house all these years for you. For us.”
― Adriana Anders, Under Her Skin

“We’re heading out into the most dangerous place on earth with killers after us?”

“Yeah.” He couldn’t help a grim smirk. “Better hit the road.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“There was a reason he’d avoided Angel Smith. Already, she’d started seeping under his skin, making him feel things he preferred not to think about.

And it felt so good it scared him.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“Suddenly, he understood why he couldn’t have her back then, or now. Or ever.

He was a starving man and she was an oasis, a hallucination, a single sparkling drop of water in his desiccated world. And the problem with giving in, drinking that water, getting just one little taste, was that he’d know exactly what he’d been missing. And he’d never, ever be able to go back.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“Man, this is the world’s worst workout program. The Drag Your Own Butter.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“He’d touched her, felt her skin, seen her pleasure, and it scared the living hell out of him. She’d burn him if she got too close. And he wasn’t sure he’d survive it.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“On the ice, in the Antarctic cold, in the middle of freaking nowhere, his tongue showed her how dirty sex could be, his body made her take it, and that dark, raspy husk of a voice broke in to turn the whole thing up a million degrees.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“I’d do anything to be inside you right now.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“I thought you were a jerk.”

He shook with an unexpected burst of laughter. “I know.” He squeezed her tight, trying to figure out how to keep her alive. “I know.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“Cooking’s like making music.” She threw him a smile. “It’s the perfect storm of smell and touch and taste and even sound, you know? That sizzle in the pan, the pop of spices. The moment you turn the heat off and there, right there, the ingredients let off a warm, enveloping steam.”

“I eat to survive,” he said, matter-of-factly.

She opened her mouth, then shut it. Was it sad to eat for survival? That was exactly what they were doing right here and the pleasure of it was almost blinding.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“He rose. “Come here.”

Like a moth to a flame, mesmerized, or hypnotized, or something. Angel went to him, giving herself up to Ford Cooper’s ephemeral net.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“He moved in, set his chin on her shoulder, and whispered, “I can’t…”

When he didn’t go on, she turned a little to the right, enough to put the tips of their noses together. “Can’t what?”

“Can’t stop wanting you.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“You feel a loss of control?”

“Never… Never had control to begin with.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout

“The Ice Man… cometh.”
― Adriana Anders, Whiteout