Donna Newman

“Um, Dr. Alexander, there’s a couple out here who say they’re related to you. They…um…they’re biker people. (Nurse)
Hey, Julian. Tell Attila the Hun here that we’re okay so we can come and ooh and aah over the babies. (Eros)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Fantasy Lover

“Good. Now the first thing you do is press in the clutch and slide the gear into reverse."
She placed his hand on the gear shift in the center of her car, and showed him how to move it up and down.
"You know, you really shouldn't fondle that in front of me, Grace. It's cruel."
"Julian! Do you mind? I'm only trying to show you how to shift my gears."
He snorted. "I wish you'd shift my gears like that.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Fantasy Lover

“You okay? (Grace)
Oh, yeah. I’m just fine considering the fact I’ve walked through burning fires that hurt less than my groin does right now. (Julian)
I said I was sorry. Okay, can you reach the pedals? (Grace)
I’d like to reach your pedals…(Julian)
Julian! Would you concentrate? (Grace)
All right. I’m concentrating. (Julian)
I don’t mean on my breasts. (He dropped his hungry gaze to her lap.) Or there, either. (Grace)”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Fantasy Lover

“Hush, self, let me think.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Fantasy Lover