Talen Quotes

“There's no sweeter taste in the entire history of the world than your skin on fire. For me.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“The door opened to reveal Janie gleefully putting the finishing touches of the bright pink polish on Max's hands.

"Nice timing," the solider said with a grimace.

Talen snorted. "You're relieved, in case you need to powder your cheeks.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“The faeries are kind of Switzerland with a big stick.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“It’s Okay, Mom.” The little girl grinned impishly. “Max will be pretty with pink nails.”

“Oh I brought my A-game,” the vampire snorted as he sat on the other couch.

“Bout Time,” Janie retorted”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“And of course, everybody pays taxes. You don’t mess with the IRS, no matter which race you belong to.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“We will mate tonight, wife.” His eyes flared hot and golden.
“No.” She lifted her chin and ignored the skittering in her lower stomach.
“Cara,” he leaned forward in his chair, “before this night has ended you will have no doubt you’ve been mated.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“Our mates are human. And Cara”— his voice dropped to a rumble—“you’re mine.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“Your people wouldn’t fight with each other so often if the ones deciding to fight were the first ones to bleed.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“She cleared her throat. “It’s good you know, Em. I’m pretty sure Dage has plans for you to wear his mark.” God help the king. “Then he can plan to lose his balls.” Yep. The king had his work cut out for him. Cara sighed.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“He’s in my head, we can communicate that way.” She rolled her eyes. “Not to mention my hip is heating like crazy.” “Your hip?” Emma asked, turning to face her and raising an eyebrow. Heat filled Cara’s face. “Um, long story.” “I believe we have time.” Emma’s lips trembled in a parody of a smile. “What, is it something like old Ms. Tulley’s arthritis—when it rained she could barely walk, remember? Do you have Talen arthritis near your ass?”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“Good God, she’d kissed him like the truth to the universe existed on his tonsils.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated

“It’s Achillea millefolium,” Cara said, pulling the small flowers off the stem, filling the air with the scent of sage. “What?” Katie groaned. “Yarrow. It’s an herb used for wounds, cuts, and abrasions.”
― Rebecca Zanetti, Fated