Jenny Quotes

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L.J. Smith
“I have never been in love before," Julian said. "You're my first-and you'll be my only.”
L.J. Smith, The Hunter

L.J. Smith
“Love and death are everything, Jenny. Danger is the best part of the game. I thought you knew that."
-Julian”
L.J. Smith, The Chase

Judith McNaught
“Royce understood then why she had come: she had come to finish the task her relatives had begun; to do to him what he had done to her brother. Unmoving, he watched her, noting that tears were pouring down her beautiful face as she slowly bent down. But instead of reaching for his lance or her dagger, she took his hand between both of hers and pressed her lips to it. Through his daze of pain and confusion, Royce finally understood that she was kneeling to him, and a groan tore from his chest: "Darling," he said brokenly, tightening his hand, trying to make her stand, "don't do this…"
But his wife wouldn't listen. In front of seven thousand onlookers, Jennifer Merrick Westmoreland, countess of Rockbourn, knelt before her husband in a public act of humble obeisance, her face pressed to his hand, her shoulders wrenched with violent sobs. By the time she finally arose, there could not have been many among the spectators who had not seen what she had done. Standing up, she stepped back, lifted her tear-streaked face to his, and squared her shoulders.
Pride exploded in Royce's battered being—because, somehow, she was managing to stand as proudly—as defiantly—as if she had just been knighted by a king.”
Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams

L.J. Smith
“When I first saw you, you were like a flood of sunshine. All the others wanted to kill you. They thought I was crazy. They laughed...."
He means the other Shadow Men, Jenny thought.
"But I knew, and I watched you. You grew up and got more beautiful. You were so different from anything in my world. The others just watched, but I wanted you. Not to kill or to use up the way --the way they do with humans sometimes here. I needed you."
[...]
"I couldn't see anything else, couldn't hear anything else. All I could think about was you. I wouldn't let anyone else hurt you, ever. I knew I had to have you, no matter what happend. They said I was crazy with love.”
L.J. Smith, The Kill

Judith McNaught
“How strange, Royce thought, that, after emerging victorious from more than a hundred real battles, the greatest moment of triumph he had ever known had come to him on a mock battlefield where he'd stood alone, unhorsed, and defeated. This morning, his life had seemed as bleak as death. Tonight, he held joy in his arms. Someone or something—fate or fortune or Jenny's God—had looked down upon him this morning and seen his anguish. And, for some reason, Jenny had been given back to him.
Closing his eyes, Royce brushed a kiss against her smooth forehead. Thank you, he thought.
And in his heart, he could have sworn he heard a voice answer, You're welcome.”
Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams

L.J. Smith
“There were two sides of Julian, she thought, and she remembered a line from something she'd read --Emily Brontë, maybe. Different as a moonbeam and lightning.
She wanted to reach the moonbeam part, but she didn't know how.
Very softly she said again, "I don't believe you. You're not like the other Shadow Men. You could change --if you wanted to."
"No," he said bleakly.
"Julian..." It was the bleakness that got her. She could see herself reflected in his eyes.
Without thinkng, she moved even closer. And closer. Her upper lip touched his lower lip.
"You can change," she whispered.”
L.J. Smith, The Kill

Ruth Frances Long
“She was talking to a tree. Just talking to a tree. Totally normal. People probably did it every day here. They're only trees. She fought an insane urge to laugh.”
Ruth Frances Long, The Treachery of Beautiful Things

Ruth Frances Long
“Every game has its Jacks,' she said, the sadness of it pulling down the elation of sudden understanding. 'The thing that acts as a wild card. It can't be counted on or predicted. A weapon, even. But he's in other places, too, isn't he? And do you know what else a Jack is, Puck?...I do.”
Ruth Frances Long, The Treachery of Beautiful Things

Ruth Frances Long
“They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees?”
Ruth Frances Long, The Treachery of Beautiful Things

Jenny O'Connell
“Reed: "What's up?"
Vanessa: "There must be an accident or something."
Reed: "I'm the accident."
Vanessa: "I couldn't agree more."
Reed: "What I meant was, those people out there are waiting for me.”
Jenny O'Connell, Plan B

J.L. Bryan
“Seth and Jenny after they've escaped Alexander in Mexico.

Seth: "Here's what we need to do. Find a flat area, like a farm, a little bit out of the way where we can spend a little time." Seth unbuttoned his black fatigues.

Jenny: "Seth, I think we have more urgent things to think about..."

Seth: "I know." He pushed his pants down to his knees. "I want to show you something.

Jenny: "I've seen it before."

Seth: "Ha ha." Seth tugged back the leg of his boxer shorts to reveal a black band around one thigh with a circular device mounted on it.”
J.L. Bryan, Alexander Death
tags: jenny, seth

Courtney Milan
“See?” Jenny said. “That was good. A comforting gesture, and completely unprompted on my part. You’re a
quick study. Even you will have to admit that, despite your appeal to logic, touch works. All the cold in me flows to you.”
“Cold can’t flow,” he said, pulling her closer. “Only heat.
Thermodynamically speaking—”
“Gareth?”
He looked down.
“Don’t ruin this.”
He didn’t.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Courtney Milan
“What are you planning to do
with all my points?”
Points? It took Jenny a moment to remember what he was talking about. Points, when he smiled. She turned
around slowly and put her hands on her hips.
“Your points? Those are my points. I earned them. You can’t have them.”
Gareth scowled and shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Bollocks. I had to smile very hard for every single one of them. And if you don’t take this elephant and marry me, I
swear to God you’ll never get another point again.”
Jenny’s world froze. Outside, she could hear the clear voice of a blackbird singing. It was overwhelmed by the
ringing in her ears. She turned to Gareth slowly.
“What did you say?”
“I said, you’ll never earn another point again. I haven’t smiled since you left me, and I miss it.” He kicked at the ground, his eyes tracing the dust. “I miss you.”
“No, before that.”
“Take this elephant—”
“After.”
He looked up. That feral light shone in his eyes again, but this time the wild look was a plea. A lion yearning to be
freed from its cage. “Take me.” His voice was thick and husky. “Please. Jenny. I’m begging you.”
She didn’t know what to say in answer. He’d shocked the words right out of her skin. She could only stare, as some frozen expanse inside her tingled to life. It hurt to want.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Courtney Milan
“And that was how Jenny discovered the answer to her question. How could she remain Gareth’s lover without becoming his mistress?
She couldn’t.
The only question was whether this affair would end in three months or three days.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Courtney Milan
“After Blakely delivered that infamous and muchrepeated set down, he transferred his gaze to the new
Marchioness of Blakely.
She shook her head, once. Firmly. “Gareth,” she said dryly. “It is your sister’s wedding day. Behave.”
Silence. He’d lifted his chin, in typical Blakely arrogance.
The crowd waited for the blast.
And then Lord Blakely shrugged and grinned helplessly.
Grinned. Helpless. A Blakely.
“Oh,” said his sister, from where she stood near him. “Is
that how it’s done? I’ll have to practice that.”
Like that, everything society knew about nine generations of Blakelys went up in smoke.
Since that day, there had been no question. Lady Blakely had been granted otherworldly powers at birth.
Every smile she coaxed from him, every laugh that she surprised from his lips, stood as testament to her arcane abilities.
And those that questioned her worth still had only to see the look in his eyes when he watched her to find all the
proof they required.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Dora Sky
“Now that hazel eyes is in my life, something inside me has changed. He makes me want to dress up and look sexy, he makes me want to sing and shout because he is awakening these desires that I thought will never be awaken again. I have to admit, I want him so much it hurts. I want to drive him crazy the same way he drives me crazy.”
Dora Sky, Delicious

Dora Sky
“Trouble is my middle name.”
Dora Sky, Delicious
tags: jenny

Courtney Milan
“Jenny’s admonition had the desired effect. Ned drew a deep breath and thrust his arm gingerly into the bag, his mouth puckered in distaste. The expression on his face flickered from queasy horror to confusion. From there, it
flew headlong into outright bafflement. Shaking his head, he pulled his fist from the bag and turned his hand palm up.
For a long moment, the two men stared at the offending lump. It was brightly colored. It was round. It was—
“An orange?” Lord Blakely rubbed his forehead. “Not quite what I expected.” He scribbled another notation.
“We live in enlightened times,” Jenny murmured.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Dora Sky
“Jenny, you are sitting in the back.”
He whispers slowly.
“Nope, it’s not going to happened.”
He licks his lips and moves his head on the side looking into my eyes, daring me to disobey him. It’s on!
“Don’t make me repeat myself Jenny.”
“I am not getting on that thing, Ernest. It’s a death trap!”
“Alright then, we’re going to do this the hard way.”
He bends down and lifts me up in his arms. I gasp when he puts me upside down, from this angle I can see his sexy ass and from his angle he can see mine.”
Dora Sky, Delicious

Dora Sky
“Since I am playing with you it’s only fair you play with me too.”
He puts the glass down.
“Come here.”
His words growl into my ears. He puts his hands on his lap suggesting
that’s where I should be going. I sit down and I wrap my legs around his waist, tightly. I lick my
lips and I wait for his next move.”
Dora Sky, Delicious

Courtney Milan
“What do you see?” asked Ned, his voice hushed.
“I see…I see…an elephant.”
“Elephant,” Lord Blakely repeated, as he transcribed her
words. “I hope that isn’t the extent of your prediction.
Unless, Ned, you plan to marry into the genus Loxodonta.”
Ned blinked. “Loxo-wha?”
“Comprised, among others, of pachyderms.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Courtney Milan
“The marquess held the weapon out, as formally as if he were passing a sword.
Soberly, Ned accepted it. He placed the sacrificial citrus on the table in front of him, and then with one careful
incision, eviscerated it. He speared deep into its heart, his
hands steady, and then cut it to pieces. Jenny allotted herself one short moment of wistful sorrow for her afterdinner treat gone awry as the juice ran everywhere.
“Enough.” She reached out and covered his hand midstab.
“It’s dead now,” she explained gravely.
He pulled his hand away and nodded. Lord Blakely took back his knife and cleaned it with a handkerchief.
Jenny studied the corpse. It was orange. It was pulpy. It
was going to be a mess to clean up. Most importantly, it gave her an excuse to sit and think of something mystical to say—the only reason for this exercise, really. Lord Blakely
demanded particulars. But in Jenny’s profession, specifics were the enemy.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Courtney Milan
“Her fingers clenched against his shoulder blades. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“Do I not?” He threaded his hands gently around her neck. “I’m asking you to make love with me.”
That word again. She opened her eyes. “Gareth,” she whispered. “Please. Don’t. This is hard enough—”
She stopped speaking as his gaze pierced her.
Incredible. Last night had seemed so intimate. And yet it
had been so dark that she had not been able to see anything other than flashes of light, reflecting off the surface
of his skin. Now she could look into his eyes. They were golden-brown. They were not cutting or dismissive. And
even though she could see the desire smolder inside them, there was something else in them that turned her belly to liquid.”
Courtney Milan, Proof by Seduction

Stuart Hill
“Thirrin pointedly ingnored the long woollen warmers that Oskan had carefully rolled down over the ears of his mule, Jenny. Even the fact that they were bright yellow with red pom-poms on the very tips didn’t drag any sort of comment out of her.”
Stuart Hill, The Cry of the Icemark

Diana Peterfreund
“So, fill me in, what’s been going on here?”
“All kinds of scandal,” Clarissa said. “Amy almost drowned, Demetria is going to beat up a patriarch’s wife, our room was trashed by conspiracy theorists, Dragon’s Head broke into the tomb in Connecticut, and Jenny has a crush on Harun.”
“Do not!” Jenny said.
“In other words,” said Demetria. “The usual.”
Odile laughed. “Man, I love this society.”
Diana Peterfreund, Rites of Spring (Break)

Dora Sky
“What are you going to do to me?”
“Tonight, I am going to seduce you. Next time, I am going to fuck you.”
He smiles at me and pushes his back to the sofa leaving me sitting on top of him.
“And why’s that?” I ask, a little bit surprised and shocked at the same time.
“I’m the one who makes the rules so you have to do what you’re told.”
Dora Sky, Delicious

Sarah Winman
“—¿A qué huele? —preguntó Jenny mirando alrededor.
—A la llegada del invierno —contesté exhalando un profundo suspiro.”
Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit

Diana Peterfreund
“You know what you remind me of,” Odile said to them as they scooted into the booth. “Those sneaky co-stars having an on-set affair who are always so careful not to let anyone photograph them together because they don’t want the paparazzi to have any material by which to draw inferences.”
“You know what you remind me of?” Jenny replied coolly. “The paparazzi.”
Odile: “Touché.”
Diana Peterfreund, Tap & Gown

Dora Sky
“You heard me, Laila. He broke up with Meri, and now, wants me back. I told him to go fuck himself.”
She smiles at me with pride. “That’s my bitch.” We click our bottles and swig a large mouthful.”
Dora Sky, Delicious

Stuart Hill
“I can assure you that frostbite to any part of that animal’s anatomy wouldn’t delay us for a second. If she was unfit to travel I’d personally poleaxe her,” Thirrin said with venom. Then she added as an afterthought, “And I’d enjoy it!”
Stuart Hill, The Cry of the Icemark

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