Spell Bound Quotes

“I love you.” “I should hope so, after all you’ve put me through.” Despite her exhaustion, Ailis laughed. “You’re supposed to tell me you love me back, you ass.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Hold them!” the commander snapped at Falon as he edged around the table.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“This isn’t service, safisa, this is ownership.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Eian had always lamented the fleshiness of it. Told her she jiggled like custard when she walked.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“That lush ass was begging for a little nibble.” And there—another first for her. Had a lush ass, did she?”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Wake up, Lisaya,” he muttered against her skin. “Or I’ll fuck you again, and then I’ll never get anything done.” Ailis pretended to snore.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“He pushed her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up until she was on her knees, face down, ass up.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Good morning,” Ailis said shyly, her voice froggy with sleep. “It is,” Ronan agreed, drawing her against him until she felt the hard jut of his erection. “Care to make it even better?”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Ah, fuck, Lisaya, you’re a loaded spring, aren’t you?” Ailis stiffened beneath him, going cold. “Who’s Lisaya?” Instead of showing any shame or defensiveness, Ronan laughed. “You are. Ailis. Lis. Lisaya. It’s how we do pet names in Frythe. My ma always called me Ronyit. Viera still does. I won’t call you Lisaya if you don’t like it.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“He was cruel?” “A violent brute. Your husband?” “Not violent. Just cruel.” “Just.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Don’t throw things,” Ailis said quickly, unable to hide the panicky note in her voice. Another beat of silence. “I wasn’t going to,” he said, voice more measured. “I told you I wouldn’t.” Ailis clutched her hands together, nodding, though he wouldn’t have been able to see it in the dark. “Who threw things?” His voice was softer now. Careful.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“You brought her?” the woman asked in a creaky old voice that cracked on the last word and descended into a barking cough. Ronan ignored the question. “How’s the lungs, then? Still troubling you?” “No,” the old woman said acidly, her croaky voice little more than a whisper. “They’re grand. Didn’t you hear me singing all sixteen verses of Hail to Darsha?”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“So, was she here to fuck the Drakkir, or not?”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“It doesn’t have to be your death,” Viera said gently. “If you’ve lost too many people, death has a way of clinging to the survivors.” Ailis’s hands clenched in the wool of her trousers. She stared at the fire. “My whole family’s gone.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“grazing roof goat included.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“I’m a grown woman and a widow, Gin. I know what he wants me for.” It was nothing she hadn’t endured before. Her husband’s attentions had been unpleasant and unwelcome, and had shattered whatever girlish illusions she’d had about the pleasures of the marriage bed.”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound

“Ailis clapped her hands over her ears. When the noise died away,”
― Heather Guerre, Spell Bound