Nalini Singh Quotes About Skins

Quotes about: Skins

• What about your freedom?" he whispered in her ear over a minute later, bracing his hands palms down on the wall beside her head. He made no move to stop her as she stroked and petted every inch of that sinfully gorgeous chest, all hard muscle and gleaming skin overlaid with silky-rough strands of dark hair. "Idiot." She nipped his jaw with her teeth. "The only freedom I ever wanted was the right to love you.

  Nalini Singh

  Wall, Moving, Love You

  Nalini Singh, Maggie Shayne, Erin McCarthy, Jean Johnson, Lora Leigh (2010). “Paranormal Holiday Anthology Trio”, p.305, Penguin

• She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.

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  Skins, Privilege

  Nalini Singh (2012). “Nalini Singh: The Psy-Changeling Series”, p.272, Penguin

• Bluebell,” she said, remembering from Erotique. “Pretty name.” “I call Dmitri Dark Overlord.” “Shae,” Dmitri said and the female vampire rose at once to walk quickly into the house. “Now, pretty Bluebell” another languid stroke across her skin “tell the Overlord what you discovered.

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  Dark, Names, Rose

  Nalini Singh (2011). “Archangel's Blade”, p.109, Penguin

• She watched as he settled down on the bed with Naya skin to skin on his chest. His hand all but covered her tiny body as he stroked her in that changeling way, bonding with her on the most elemental level. Then he purred, and Naya made a happy little sound of delight, very much a cat in her love of touch.

  Nalini Singh

  Cat, Hands, Skins

• Death holds no allure for me, Elena.” The power of him cut against his skin, a cold white fire. “Not when I have yet to sate my hunger for you.

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  Cutting, Fire, White

  Nalini Singh (2011). “Archangel's Consort”, p.215, Penguin

• Is your skin this tone all over?" "Only one way you're going to discover the answer to that.

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  Skins, Answers, Way

• Part of you is the wind,” he murmured. “Oui, that is true. But even the wind sometimes rests.” Shaking her head, she slid her hand around the back of his neck, soaking in the intrinsically male heat of his skin. “Then consider me an endless storm.

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  Hands, Wind, Storm

  Nalini Singh (2012). “Angels' Flight: A Guild Hunter Collection”, p.49, Penguin

• Some women,” Dahariel said in that same hard tone devoid of any hint of humanity, “get under a man’s skin until digging them out makes you bleed.

  Nalini Singh

  Men, Humanity, Skins

  Nalini Singh (2011). “Archangel's Blade”, p.62, Penguin

• Do you think you have the right to give me orders now?" The Archangel of New York, a creature so lethal that part of her feared him even now, lifted the hair off her nape, brushed his lips across her skin. "Of course. You are mine." No hint of humor, nothing but stark possession. "I don't think you've quite got the hang of this true love thing.

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  New York, Thinking, Hair

  Nalini Singh (2010). “Archangel's Kiss”, p.4, Penguin

• As her skin sizzled under the delicious heat, she supposed she should’ve been giving serious thought to the lunacy of what she was doing playing with a vampire, who was, for all his charm, as lethal as a stiletto across the throat. But then again, most of her friends already thought she was half a nut short of a fruitcake. Why disappoint?

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  Nuts, Giving, Vampire

  Nalini Singh (2012). “Angels' Flight: A Guild Hunter Collection”, p.22, Penguin

• Say what you would about the dietary requirements, vampirism sure did do great things for the skin and body.

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  Skins, Body, Requirements

  Nalini Singh (2009). “Angels' Blood”, p.58, Penguin

• A single raised eyebrow. "You've defected, sweetheart. No use worrying about the big, bad wolf now." She was aware of Judd speaking, but her attention never shifted off the man who was a predator, for all that he wore human skin. When he peeled open and held out a bar of some kind, she took it, aware low energy levels could be dangerous when it came to her ability to keep a handle on the cold fire. "Thank you." A faint smile, a strange amusement in those icy eyes. "You're welcome." It was the most polite interaction they'd ever had.

  Nalini Singh

  Eye, Men, Fire

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