Summoned Quotes

“Marry me." My left eyebrow shot up. "I might take your proposal more seriously if you said it to me instead of the steaks." "I was talking to the steaks.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“He grabbed another warm cookie off the pan. "I know you probably won't marry me if I ask, since I did propose to the steaks a few minutes ago, but how about being my friend?" I laughed. "I think I can manage that." "Stay out of this, Neely. I'm talking to the cookie.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“I haven't been reading you. I've been talking with you." William's mouth fell open. "You don't read everyone?" "Not unless I'm looking for something." "For the love of Pete, why not?" He tossed the dish towel on the counter. "We live in a dangerous world and you don't have the speed, strength, or reflexes of a shifter. You must use all weapons at your disposal at all times in order to keep yourself safe.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“You like it when I'm pushy, you like it when I don't ask permission, and you like it when I run to you, because that means you can act on your attraction to me without feeling guilty.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Oh yeah?" He scowled down at me. "What if I kissed you senseless, threw you back on that bed, and did that thing with my tongue that makes you scream and curl your toes?" "Nope." I pursed my lips. Glanced from side to side. Shuffled my feet. Cleared my throat. "I mean, you could always try that to see if it would work.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“It's time for you sack up and start acting like the goddamn lethal predator you are.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“They might be referencing the fact that there's a hit out on you, but I can't be sure." "What? A hit? As in hitman?" "Don’t be sexist, Neely. Hitperson." "Damn it, Lucas.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“My general philosophy on lying is, don't. Lying is one of those things that can backfire on you in an instant. It ruins reputations, sows the seeds of distrust, and is just plain rude. However, if you are going to do it, do it audaciously.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“This is a mess. I mean, this comforter is never going to come clean, no matter how much club soda Malcolm pours on it. Serves him right for buying a white comforter. How arrogant is that anyway? White comforter. It's like he thinks he's better than the rest of us crumb-dropping bed dwellers.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“My mother believes in curses from beyond the grave, but I know better. It's the living you have to watch out for.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“He worked on my newly tightened muscles with the heel of his hand. "I won't let anything happen to you." I scowled up at him. "Don't worry about me. I'm a telepath and a spiker. A paranormal. I can take care of myself." "Turning over a new leaf, are we?" "That, or I'm BS-ing you to keep you massaging me. A little to the left, please. That's where it hurts. Yes, right there.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“I apologize for demanding you read Chandra. It was the assholery cherry on top of the assholery sundae I was responsible for back there.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Tread carefully, wolf." Lucas growled. Dick's face infused with blood until even the tips of his ears were beet red. "Are you threatening me?" "Yes," Lucas replied. "I was pretty clear about it. Pay attention, Dick.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Yes. I can be bought, and my price is bubble bath, face masks, hotel pillow chocolates, and South American small batch artisan farm-to-cup coffee.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Lucas wore a pair of navy-blue board shorts, nothing else. He hadn't combed his hair or shaved, which made him look all-night-sex-party sleepy, while I looked alert-the-authorities-we're-out-of-coffee exhausted.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Why do you think I wouldn't let you come here alone?" "Because you're nosy and wanted to know what I was doing. Also, you don't want me driving your precious car." "That's all true. But it was also to protect you.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“We need to talk." Lucas took a sip of his coffee, swallowed. "Neely, take a break." "Uh, I'm working here, Captain Highhanded." I picked up a clean rag and sprayed and wiped the counter again.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Was it okay to wash a warlock's protective cloak on the gentle cycle or was it a dry-clean-only garment? I wasn't sure.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“But he's gotten you into bed and convinced you otherwise, so you won't listen to me." I rolled my eyes. "Maybe I got him into bed and convinced him otherwise." "It's true. You made a persuasive argument." Lucas clasped his hands behind his back. "I was helpless to resist." "Thank you, Alpha Blacke." "No, thank you, Spiker Costa MacLeod.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“shot to my feet beside the bed, pointed at the lingerie. "This is your fantasy, not mine, Alpha Blacke." "Say I bought it for you in real life. Would you wear it?" He waggled his eyebrows and I couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, but I wouldn't let you see it." "Punishment. I'm into it.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“His sarcasm was starting to piss me off. "Why is it you make me want to hug you one second and pop you in the mouth the next?" "I tend to have that effect on people," he replied. "Something we have in common.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“She knows me intimately." Lucas hung a suggestive little laugh on the end of that statement and then patted the seat. "'Leather come standard, or were these seats crafted from the hides of your enemies?”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“I pushed the button to lower the window and inhaled the salt-laced breeze. It was a beautiful day to overreact in San Diego.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Guilt is a shitty emotion," Lucas whispered. "You should let it go.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Knowing the hyena shifter as I did, I assumed her packing consisted of ninety-five percent things that could kill people and five percent black clothing.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“It's breathtaking, the depth of your narcissism”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned

“Neely?" "Oh my God, what now?" "You look like someone's virgin great-aunt in that nightgown." "Shut up and go to sleep.”
― C.P. Rider, Summoned