Quote

You wanted to drown in a woman. Here's your chance. Drown in her blood ~Violence(Maddox)

Gena Showalter

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Gena Showalter
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: January 1
Author
Novelist
Writer
Oklahoma
United States
Wanted
Drown
Violence
Blood
Chance
Woman

More quotes by Gena Showalter

Image
Anya jumped in front of the man, acting as his shield. “Now, Sabin. He didn’t mean any harm. He’s borderline stupid. You know that.
Gena Showalter
Image
The word of the day is legs. Let's go back to my place and spread the word.
Gena Showalter
Image
The next day she’d examined her red satin sandals and with a frown said, “I’m thinking about buying two snakes.” His are you kidding me “Why?” had caused her to shrug. “I’d name them Leftie and Rightie and when they were big enough, they’d become Mamma’s boots.
Gena Showalter
Image
Disappointment mixed with bitter acceptance flashed in her eyes. Maybe you are real, she said. It would require a dark side I don't have to create someone like you. You forgot to say 'no offense' before making that statement. No, I didn't. I meant offense. Bold little human, wasn't she? -Annabelle and Zacharel
Gena Showalter
Image
I’m not trying to—What do teenagers say nowadays?” he asked my grandmother.“Get all up in her biznez,” Nana said.Without cracking a smile.“That’s right,” he replied. “We’re not trying to get all up in your biznez, Ali.
Gena Showalter
Image
Demon?” Gwen gasped out. Her back jerked ramrod-straight, and her face leeched of color. “Did you just say demon?” Oh, uh…did I say that?” Strider once again glanced around the plane helplessly. “No, no. I think I said seaman.
Gena Showalter
Image
Nicolai, the Dark Seducer as his people called him, had been in bed, but not alone. He was never alone. He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch
Gena Showalter
Image
Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.
Gena Showalter
Image
What was worse, he couldn't tell her how much he thought he maybe might kinda sorta love her.
Gena Showalter
Image
They were connected, one being, fused together. She belonged to him, and he to her.
Gena Showalter
Image
I’m not a bad person. I haven’t killed anyone. I (rarely) lie. I don’t kick little puppies. So why do people look at me as if the world would be a better place without me?
Gena Showalter
Image
Come on, baby.” Paris combed his fingers through her hair. “Look past my terrible personality and hideous looks and throw me a bone. Teach me how to woo you properly.” She snorted. “I’d argue the hideous looks part.” “But not the terrible personality? Ouch. That hurts, baby.
Gena Showalter
Image
You know, you’re pretty when you smile,” she said, patting the side of his cheek. “Fierce, woman. I am fierce.” “If you say so.
Gena Showalter
Image
You can include me, too. William blew Olivia a kiss, and her cheeks heated with a blush. No need to say anything. I already know what words are perched on your tongue. Stop me if I'm wrong, but my getting to know you will be your pleasure.
Gena Showalter
Image
She stopped at the desk and held up a can for his view. This looks like an ordinary hairspray can, right? Of course. he said though he had no idea what hairspray was.
Gena Showalter
Image
Cole, who had kissed me. Cole, who had refused to discuss it afterwards. Okay, fine. I had refused. Cole, who was driving me flipping crazy.
Gena Showalter
Image
The golden rays of the moon paid him absolute tribute. He was a buffet of muscles and corded strength.
Gena Showalter
Image
Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.
Gena Showalter
Image
I cannot kill him, she muttered to herself. I cannot kill him. I promised Bianka I'd stop at ten bodies a day, and I've already surpassed my quota for the fifth day in a row. I cannot kill him.
Gena Showalter
Image
I am made of awesome. Kaia the Wing Shredder
Gena Showalter