Once Bitten Quotes

“He was too good to be true. So what if he turned into a wolf sometimes? At least he didn’t turn into a condescending, gaslighting, soul-destroying narcissist like her ex had.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“She drew in a shaky breath, lifting her shining gaze to meet his. “After everything that’s happened, I can’t believe you remembered something so… so… inconsequential.” Max bent down to kiss her cheek. “It’s not inconsequential if it makes you this happy.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“As they lay peacefully together, a rusty, stuttering sound reverberated in Jules’s chest with each exhalation. Max lifted his head, a surprised grin on his face. “Jules, are you purring?” That’s exactly what she was doing, she realized. Mortified, she said, “No!” “Yes, you are. You’re purring.” He reached over and patted her head. “Good kitty.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“She didn’t want to be the sort of woman who lived with the constant threat of punishment just for the hope of a few scraps of pleasure.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“Oh no,” Max drawled. “I am at the mercy of a dangerous, but incredibly beautiful apex predator. Whatever shall I do?” “You’ll lay there and take it like a good boy,” Jules whispered.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“She was so tired of angry men.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“He grabbed the water bottle, then hesitated at the counter, searching for the right words to say. I’ve been tracking your scent for weeks. Absolutely not, you fucking psychopath. You smell like hope. Somehow worse. My wolf likes you. Nope.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“It suddenly occurred to her that Max was the kind of guy who'd never get irritated at her for being better than him at assembling IKEA bookcases, or telling him he was driving in the wrong direction, or being able to fix the leaky kitchen sink after he'd failed to.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“An hour later, they were on the road, and Jules was still stuck in stupefied silence. The hungry monster inside of her had been temporarily subdued—caught in a confused muddle of arousal, shock, intrigue, and dismay”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“It’s you!” she hissed angrily. “Your scent and your blood and—” She cut herself off on a frustrated snarl. Contrary to her expectations, Max quirked a smile at her. He looked almost… smug. “Am I that good?” “Oh, god, shut up.” Embarrassed, Jules speed-walked away from him, plunging into racks of athleisure wear.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“He considered her for a moment, his beautiful face both sorrowful and pensive. “I wish I could undo it all,” he said quietly. “But I can’t, so I’ll do better.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“Max silenced her with a hard kiss. “I thought you were so meek when I first met you,” he said, an incredulous laugh in his voice. She was. But Max made her feel safe enough to be honest and playful and opinionated in ways that she hadn’t for years.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“Because I am a very talented doctor,” Max whispered against her ear. “I thought you were a nurse.” “I’m both. I have multiple degrees.” Jules laughed. “I see.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“Gotta replace your IV,” he said, lightly pinching her nipple. She gasped. “Nobody puts IVs there.” “You were in a terrible accident, it was the only usable part.” “How am I even alive, then?”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“If I tell you you’re beautiful, will it make you uncomfortable?” Max asked, his voice low and gentle. Yes, but in a good way. Instead, she said, nervously, “Um…” “Never mind then.” He turned away with a sly smile. “Wait—” “Too late, you’re hideous to me now.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“His wolf didn’t care if she couldn’t do those things. He just wanted to nuzzle her, lick her chin, show her his belly.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“Max was standing in the middle of the rows of shelves, looking at bags of beef jerky. Why don’t you tell him to go buy his own cow? her inner voice demanded snidely.”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten

“He wanted to go back into the small tourist town he’d just left, back to the little gas station, and stare hopefully at a woman who’d stared back at him like he was a known murderer. With”
― Heather Guerre, Once Bitten