A Rebel Without Claws Quotes

“Ronan picked me up and swung me around in the middle of Howler’s where we met after the fight. I squealed and laughed at the vibrant, euphoric feeling radiating from him and into me. Vaguely, I noted Diego and others congratulating Zack, Bowie, and Ty. When Ronan set me on my feet, he cupped my face and pressed a soft, chaste kiss to my lips. “I missed you,” he whispered. “How? You just saw me before the fight.” “I always miss you when you aren’t with me.” His eyes sparkled a heavenly blue, his aura beaming a jubilant bright pink.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“decided maybe I would need to push my way to the bar on the far side when an arm wrapped around me and pulled me back into the shadows. I yelped, then instantly laughed, knowing the scent and the feel of the man’s arms around me. He buried his nose into my hair, nuzzling it aside to get to my ear. “Got you.” “Yeah, Ronan.” I turned my head to look up at him over my shoulder since he had my back glued to his chest. “You really do.” Smiling, he dipped his head at an angle and kissed me sweetly, a swift, brief sweep of lips. He still held me tight like he’d captured his prey and he wasn’t letting go. I didn’t want him to let go. Not ever. The song ended in a wild crescendo, then a slower melody began. “You look beautiful in this dress.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“Yes, I’d come here for the fresh start and perhaps to bond with a male who was my blood and who did, in fact, care about me. But perhaps my wolf led me here for other reasons too. Or for one very specific reason. When I’d stood on my uncle’s porch for the first time, I’d taken everything in, inhaling deep, filling my chest with the sounds and scents of the summer in the Deep South. A golden sunset, the buzzing of cicadas, the call of a crow in the pine trees along the back of the house. Something resonated with me, a rightness I couldn’t exactly put my finger on, but one that I felt down to my bones. It was like Uncle Shane had told me. I was home. And a few days later, I was working in the garage, scenting her on the wind, seeing her standing there in a halo of sunlight. Like the universe had literally dragged me here for that moment, to see her, to know, to recognize who she was to me the second I laid eyes on her. My beautiful, radiant mate.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“I slid in. “I met your brother Joaquin,” he said abruptly. “What? He didn’t say anything to me. When was this?” “Yesterday.” “How was he?” My stomach clenched, wondering what Joaquin said to him. “Better than I expected actually.” He chuckled, holding my door open. “I met your cousin Samara too. She was really cool.” “Yeah, she is.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“I was quickly realizing that Celine’s family wasn’t blindly overprotective. There was a catalyst for this type of overbearing behavior. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to stop me. That was something the whole damn family needed to realize right quick. Celine was mine. Or she was going to be. And no one was going to keep me from getting my girl.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“couldn’t believe it, but I was actually smiling as I walked out into the foyer of the building. Then I instantly froze at the sound of her voice. “You did a wonderful job, Elijah. I’ll see you next week.” There she was, Celine Cruz, ushering a kid and his mother out of the main doorway onto the outside steps. When she turned, her expression must’ve mirrored mine—round-eyed shock. But there was actually a touch of fear in her eyes that instantly called up my protective instincts. Until I realized it was because of me. “What are you doing here?” she asked, glancing around as if looking for an escape. My heart sickened. She wore a pale green sundress with a tan cardigan, her wavy copper hair held back in one of those big clips. There was a loose lock hanging down one cheek, and I wanted to walk over and tuck it behind her ear and pull her close, then bury my nose against her skin. Holy fuck, she truly was my mate. And she was currently a little afraid of me. I didn’t want to admit why I was actually there. The thought she might think me weak made me want to spill my breakfast on the polished oak floor. But I couldn’t lie. Not to her.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“She tilted her head and held out her hand. “I’m Celine.” I reached out, my hand engulfing hers, and brushed my thumb over her soft knuckles. My pulse grew loud in my own ears as it raced faster, my head dizzy with desire. And confusion. Because something happened then that hadn’t since the night in Amarillo when I was twelve. From the deepest part of me, a sizzle of magic warmed my blood, awakening as I—stunned and spellbound—held this young woman’s hand. I didn’t understand what was happening at first, but then he made himself known. I’d thought he was gone forever, but there was no mistaking his presence. Out of the dark, my wolf locked on Celine . . . and growled.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“You’re an Influencer, aren’t you?” “What makes you think that?” I swallowed hard, tongue-tied, because I couldn’t tell her the truth. “You’re not?” “I’m an Aura.” She smiled, raising gooseflesh on my arms. I liked the way her eyes tilted up at the tips when she smiled. I rubbed my sternum. The heartburn was back. “I’m Ronan,” I finally said rather dumbly. “You’re trouble.” I chuckled. “Nothing you can’t handle.” “How do you know? Maybe I’m the wilting type.” “No. You’re not a type at all.” “What am I then?” I shook my head, drinking in her beauty. “The kind of woman to make a man’s world stop turning.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“Then she tucked a curl behind her ear and licked her lips. I groaned. “Dude, pick up your jaw, stop looking, and don’t even fucking think about it.” “I can’t stop looking and thinking. God. Damn.” I pressed a hand to my sternum, suddenly having heartburn. Ty huffed and whispered, “You’re a dead man if you even try.” “Is she taken?” Something pinched inside my chest at the thought. “It’s not a boyfriend you have to worry about.” “Who then?” “For starters, her very protective father, who would gut you where you stand if he saw you drooling over her. Then there are her two brothers. Diego would rip you a new asshole. Last but not least, there are her many uncles, who include two old and powerful vampires and two grim reapers, one of whom could turn you into dust. Literally.” Not one thing he said deterred me from my new mission. If anything, it spurred me on. I liked a challenge. I loved the forbidden.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“Ronan didn’t heal me, but he allowed me to heal myself.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“Every step we take in this life, every choice we make is guided by an intrinsic motivation. Sometimes they are positive, healthy instincts. Sometimes they are not.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws

“This was a date?” I asked, still breathing heavily. “If I had my tongue in your pussy, then it was a date to me.”
― Juliette Cross, A Rebel Without Claws