Ellen Connor Quotes & Sayings

Are you sure about this? The lion wondered. We could have six females to serve us. Less work.
Tru stifled a laugh. That's what you think. — Ellen Connor

Goddammit, Pen!" Lightning lit him from behind. "That's not happening. And if you ever use magic on me again without my permission, we're done. You owe me a fucking apology for last time. — Ellen Connor

Wolves mated for life. — Ellen Connor

I gave you my all, love. I did, I did. — Ellen Connor

Penelope Sheehan, I love you more than the sunrise over the ocean, more than freedom. I would die, willingly, to keep you from a moment's pain. I promise you the full strength of my back and spirit in our shared journey, all the days of our lives. I will never forsake or betray you. I am yours to my last breath. — Ellen Connor

Tru only matched his grin and walked on. Pen caught up with him, tugging on his arm. "What is it?"
"I took a walk yesterday when you were working."
"A walk."
"Yup."
"Had you shifted?"
"Yes, I had."
Pen caught his humor, although she couldn't understand its origins.
"And?"
"I may have used their freshwater reserves as a latrine. And then encouraged the other skinwalkers to do the same."
She giggled like a little girl being told a dirty joke.
"That's remarkably crude."
"I like to think of it as clever and resourceful."
"That, too. — Ellen Connor

I don't know how to give up," he said. "If I did. I would have already, long before I met you. I'm not a man who's ever gonna lay down, Jenna." He paused, and his teeth flashed white in the near dark. "Except maybe for you. — Ellen Connor

The doc showed no hint he had trouble taking lives. — Ellen Connor

Believe, like I do . . .You won't hurt anybody you don't mean to. You're the motherfucking Orchid. Now go kick some ass for me, Pen. — Ellen Connor

Jenna ",he groaned. And when he licked his lips, he tasted the salt of his own tears. — Ellen Connor

How long has it been since you've been human?"
"Don't remember," he said. "A couple months, maybe."
Pen frowned. "And you just . . . live as a lion?"
"Mostly." He angled her a smirking smile, then dipped it toward her breasts. "I shift for various reasons."
"Other lions not doing it for you?"
"Wouldn't know. I haven't found any."
With another curse, he kicked at the heavy piece of asphalt that had grabbed his toe. He shifted his pack higher on his shoulder. "Just walk."
"Quite the seduction you've got going on. I don't know how I'll stand the anticipation. — Ellen Connor

He dipped close for a swift, sweet kiss. Pen soaked up every beautiful sensation, as well as how her heart eased its nervous twitch. She beat more steadily now. — Ellen Connor

How can you be so optimistic about the whole damn world but not about yourself?"
"My magic, you mean."
"Your neck, Pen."
She drew her head back as if he'd just shouted. His words struck her that forcefully.
"My . . . ?"
"I adore your neck. And your eyes. Do you know how long it's been since I thought the word 'indigo'? Maybe when I read it in a poem, years ago. But that's the color you use to stare at me."
Heat shivered up her spine, along the tops of her breasts and across her cheeks. Never. Not ever had she imagined such a treasure. So shocked, she said the first thing that came into her head. Pure instinct.
"Yours are like a clear piece of glass with the sky behind it."
He grinned lazily. "Is that what you think? Well, feel free to continue. — Ellen Connor

He started with his shirt. Inside he was laughing at himself as he undid each button. Chris Welsh, male stripper. But the look in her eyes made him feel like the most potent, desired man on the planet. — Ellen Connor

Chris wracked his brain for the right solution.
Leadership.
Strength.
Loyalty-
A show of loyalty. — Ellen Connor

He couldn't stay if she wasn't his to claim, to trust, to love. No matter how much Chris wanted to stay, Rosa Cortez was his last link to humanity. He wouldn't settle again. — Ellen Connor

She didn't need a confessor or a confidant. She needed a hard man who could get her to a civilization worth fighting for. — Ellen Connor

I don't make vows I don't intend to keep. Will you bind yourself to me tonight? Will you be my wife? — Ellen Connor

No. Not you. But if you're bothered, remind me when I get back - we can talk about your initiation. I like the idea of you kneeling at my feet. — Ellen Connor

He was masochist enough to want the pressure on his aching cock. — Ellen Connor

Yes, us. And the vow I just made. Hell, Rosa, it's about your home branded on my body. — Ellen Connor