Razr Quotes

“The fallen angel was about as perfect as anything she’d ever seen. Made sense, she supposed—she’d never thought angels would be anything less than perfection. But seeing one naked and up close? No one could blame her for wanting to take pictures and post to all her friends on Instagram, right?”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“Oh, it does,” he said, thinking of Azagoth and his pitch-black sense of humor. “You just don’t want to be on the funny side of it.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“His mate keeps him in line.” “Pfft.” Hades waved his hand in dismissal. “She knows who rules the roost.” Lilliana laughed. “Cat does.” Hades’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah.” Suddenly, he grinned and waggled his brows. “But she has sex with me, so it’s all good.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“That’s Hades. He sometimes forgets basic manners.”
“Don’t need ‘em where I live.”
Razr snorted. “Don’t believe him. His mate keeps him in line.
“Pfft.” Hades waved his hand in dismissal. “She knows who rules the roost.”
Lilliana laughed. “Cat does.”
Hades’s shoulders slumped. “Yeah.” Suddenly, he grinned and waggled his brows. “But she has sex with me, so it’s all good.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“Tell you what. You prove you work for the Grim Reaper, and I’ll prove I’m an elf. Deal?”
“Deal.” Razr grinned, that killer one that made her ovaries clench. “Come on, Dobby. Let’s go.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“What can I do?” Razr flung his clothes and half a dozen blades onto a chair. “You can make sure this asshole doesn’t fuck with me when I pass out.” With that, he reached out and grabbed the wall.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“Razr, on the other hand... She wasn’t sure what to think about him. He was smoking hot, for sure. She’d always been a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes, and she’d bet her life-stone that beneath his exquisitely tailored suit was the body of an athlete. He probably had amazing wings, too.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“Those nails. He was mesmerized, and his mind kept thinking about what they’d look like—and feel like—in places much more intimate than the stem of a champagne flute. Was she doing that on purpose? His dick sure thought so, and it tapped against the fly of his pants, begging for the same attention.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr

“He moved toward Jedda, his pulse inexplicably growing faster as he neared her. He’d been in the presence of blindingly gorgeous females with unimaginable power in his centuries of life, and none of them had affected him like this. No, this was different, a mix of attraction and anticipation he would almost compare to battle lust.”
― Larissa Ione, Razr