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If you introduce yourself to anyone as Mrs. Dracula, I'll bite you in a manner you won't enjoy.

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Jeaniene Frost
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: June 13
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the United States of America
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Vlad made a sound too harsh to be a growl. You won't be satisfied until you've brought me to my knees, is that it? Why not? It shot out of me with all the recklessness of my still-broken heart. You brought me to mine.
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Before we go, I gotta know: If mind-reading abilities are real, there's something else I wondered if fiction got right about vampires- Ask me if I sparkle and I'll kill you where you stand, Bones cut him off with utmost seriousness.
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Wrong way, Bones. The men's showers are in the opposite direction. I'll file that away with all the other information that doesn't pertain to me was Bones' mocking reply.
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We are all more than the sum of our sins.
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I’d gone heavy on the black eye makeup until raccoons and I could pass for cousins.
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You’ll never get rid of me, either… No matter which side of the grave we’re on. I’ll haunt you, chase you all around eternity, whatever it takes, but it’s you and me until the stars burn out.
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That one tickled. If electrocution is your way of flirting, I commend you on your originality.
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He was also handsome in a too-pretty way that made me think with less muscles, a wig, and some makeup, he'd look great in a dress. Vlad's scowl vanished into a smile as the brunet's gaze swung in my direction as though he'd somehow heard that. Looks as though she's put you in your place as well, Bones, Vlad drawled.
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I doubt you’ve ever been forced to nonstop bang a woman hyped up on the undead voodoo version of Spanish fly, have you?” His chuckle was soft. “Can’t say that I have, Kitten.” “Yeah, well, consider me an original.” This time, when his lips brushed across my skin, it lasted more than a moment. “I always have.
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You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it.
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He was impolite while making a point? This is Vlad the Impaler. His points usually come at the end of a long pole.
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Because, Cat, it’s the feminine persuasion that’s always the deadliest.
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Bones,” I sighed. “Know something? I’m not afraid of you, but you scare me….” His outline blurred again. “You scare me, too, Kitten,” he might have replied, but I couldn’t be sure.
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Happy belated birthday, Cat, he said, giving me a self-deprecating smile. Aren't you glad Juan picked the place and not me? We wold have had lattes and hors d'oeuvres instead of liquor and G-strings. Anyone get you a gin yet?
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Of course he wouldn't hesitate before trying something that had never been done before. He was Vlad Tepesh. How could he fail?
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Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.” “Ian,” Bones drew out warningly. He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.
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Deep, bone-melting pleasure surged through Kira’s subconscious as he thrust forward again, almost causing her to shout at the crash of rapture filling her. “That is what I feel when I’m inside you.” His voice was low, eyes lit up with blinding green. “And you will feel every measure of the same, I promise.
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And that, Annette, is called Pilates
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All the rest of the world could only kill or devastate my mind and body. Bones alone held the power to demolish my soul.
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Mencheres slid through the water toward her, drawn by the same inexorable compulsion that led moths to dance with flames. He'd had several lifetimes' worth of reason, cold machinations, and, ultimately, emptiness. Perhaps the moths knew what he didn't, that the joy of the flame was worth the price of destruction.
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