Melissa Haag Quotes & Sayings

You're trying so hard to deny what's inside you that you don't know who you are anymore. — Melissa Haag

I lifted my head from Clay. "You okay?" I whispered. He turned his head and licked my cheek, reassuring me. "Next — Melissa Haag

You don't need to talk to get to know someone, you just need to listen, — Melissa Haag

A small smug smile curled his lips. I needed to find a nice way to tell him his wolfie smile looked creepy. "Hey, — Melissa Haag

My arms quickly grew too tired, and all the heat I'd gained from the shower left me. Giving up, I tossed the towel to the floor, crawled between the covers, and curled into a ball. I couldn't even rub my feet together to try to generate more heat. Clay walked in and turned off the lights. I listened to the familiar rustle of clothes. Instead of the usual bounce of him jumping up on the end of the bed, he peeled back the covers, and the bed dipped as he slid in next to me. I didn't bother to pretend I wasn't interested in what he offered. Heat radiated from him, chasing the chill from the sheets. "I really hope you're wearing shorts or something," I said with a slight slur. I stuck my cold feet right on his legs and shimmied over to his side to huddle against his warmth. Boy, was he warm. It didn't matter, though. The shaking didn't stop, but I was too exhausted to worry about it. Sighing, — Melissa Haag

I know I'm asking a lot. You'd need to start talking, stop growling, and bathe. No offense meant, but you look like a crazy man the way you are. — Melissa Haag

I'm not sure where to start." He pulled me into his arms. "Anywhere. I'll listen." He always did. — Melissa Haag

I met his eyes and smiled back. His easy acceptance of everything that happened finished melting my heart. 'I love you'. — Melissa Haag

I met his gaze. Even then, he'd known me. I hadn't been ready for any monumental life changes and still wasn't sure if I was now. — Melissa Haag

from our dinner guests. I almost blanched just thinking the word guest. — Melissa Haag

My heart melted a little thinking of the effort he'd put into trying to be what I needed, and I knew I fought a losing battle. — Melissa Haag

Panic bloomed in my chest. Before I could scramble off his lap, he reached up and gently stroked my hair. I froze, hands braced on his chest for stability, ready to flee. "I've been waiting for that since the moment I saw you," he said in a deep and husky voice. He sounded like a midnight radio DJ. Hearing his perfect voice ignited my temper. Now, he could talk? I scowled at him. The man had the audacity to laugh then scoop me up in his arms. The — Melissa Haag

Yummy had been hiding under a layer of cranky-pants. I really hoped I would see less frowning and more abs from now on. — Melissa Haag

Two to one. Better for your health to move along," David said using a tone that usually meant punishment. Lockdown for me. And for my brothers, a cuff upside the head and then a lockdown.

The man behind me have a low chuckle. "I'm not too worried about it. — Melissa Haag

I don't know who to trust." Clay nodded and leaned his forehead against mine. "I'll stand with you, always. — Melissa Haag

Why?" My high, strained voice made me sound like a child. I cleared my throat and tried again. "Why wait until now to talk?" Apparently, my curiosity had won. He quietly studied me for a moment then opened his arms. I didn't hesitate, but stepped right into them. I needed his comfort. He tucked me against his chest and gave me his explanation in a simple, heart-melting way. "If I'd spoken, even just one word, I would have never been able to hold back what I feel for you. You would have run." I remembered the day he'd plopped down on the towel next to Rachel. Had he arrived any other way, I would have tried to kick him out. If that wouldn't have worked, I would have...run. Even then, he'd known me. I hadn't been ready for any monumental life changes then and wasn't sure if I was now. I — Melissa Haag

If I'd spoken, even just one word, I would have never been able to hold back what I feel for you. You would have run. — Melissa Haag

So far, we are the only two humans who seem to be compatible with werewolves," she said, still smiling in welcome. My hope sank. So we were human and...wait, what? "Compatible?" I looked at Sam in confusion. I knew that I smelled differently to werewolves, but he hadn't mentioned anything about compatibility. Charlene answered before he could. "Yes, werewolves choose their Mate - husband or wife - instinctually. They have no history of ever before selecting from humans for their Mates, but here we are. Whatever it takes to become a Mate, we apparently have it, too." My mouth popped open in shock as I understood. I turned on Sam. "You brought me here to hook up with a werewolf?" "No, Gabby. I apologize for upsetting you," Charlene said from behind me. I turned to look at her. "Yes, we're different in that a werewolf might choose us, but that doesn't mean that they must choose us or that we have to choose them. At your age, there will be no hooking up." She — Melissa Haag

I stepped closer to Clay and laid my head against his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Everyone I've ever loved this way I've lost," I said, recalling my earliest memories of my mom and grandma. I hugged him close. "Don't let me down." "I won't. You're stuck with me forever," he whispered as he held me close. I pulled back enough to meet his eyes and knew without a doubt I'd found the perfect man. He would stand by me. Always. I — Melissa Haag

He set me on my feet, snagged a spare jacket from one of the hooks, and carefully buttoned me in. I studied his face as he concentrated on each snap. Always thinking of me. When he finished, he scooped me back into his arms. I didn't protest. Bundled — Melissa Haag

How'd it go?" I said, trying to sound indifferent. "He took it like a champ." She opened the back car door for Clay. He lifted his head and stood with obvious effort. Then he hopped down with care and pathetically climbed the deck steps to my side. I stared at him for a moment. "What'd they do to him?" Rachel shook her head and closed the door. "He wasn't acting like this when we left. I swear. I think he's hamming it up for you." She patted Clay's head with a laugh. He accepted the pat with a defeated grunt, stopped hobbling, and started to walk with his usual gait. I heaved a relieved sigh. He looked up at me and winked. I quickly checked to see if Rachel had noticed, but she had already walked away from us and into the house. I shook my head at him before we followed Rachel in. "So — Melissa Haag

Clay nudged my leg with his surprisingly warm and dry nose, and I glanced down. He stared at me a moment then shifted his gaze to Scott, who was moving his drink for the waitress. Clay returned his glance to me and pulled his lips back in a silent snarl. Without the growl, it looked more like a scary, crazy wolf smile, but I got his meaning. Scott was getting on Clay's nerves, and Clay wouldn't put up with too much more. Peter — Melissa Haag

I took a fortifying breath, stood, and made my way out to the living room. Clay waited for me by the kitchenette. He had a glass of orange juice ready for me. He knew me well. I smiled my thanks and gulped it down. It felt good and gave me a tiny energy boost. "I — Melissa Haag

Clay lifted his head under my hand, and I reigned in my emotions, knowing he could sense my melancholy. "I'm fine," I said as I met his gaze. "How are you doing?" He scooted forward to lay his head on my lap in response. Yeah, that was pretty much how I felt. The — Melissa Haag

If Sam told him, I'd have to kill Sam. Since I didn't have the stomach for outright murder, I'd break his coffee maker. — Melissa Haag

I love you." My admission took me by surprise. I didn't see him move. He embraced me again, crushing me in a spinning hug. The room twirled around us at a dizzying speed, and I didn't attempt to focus on it. Instead, I looked down at Clay's face. He wore a huge smile. I grinned back and noted his canines were normal for the first time ever. "Oh!" I squirmed to get down, excited at the size of his teeth. He grudgingly released me. "Please can we get rid of the beard?" Yes, I hopped from foot to foot like a kid begging for cotton candy. I wanted to see him just once without facial hair. If he wanted to grow it back, I wouldn't mind. I'd fallen in love with him as he was, after all. He nodded, laughing at me. "And — Melissa Haag

I knew without a doubt I'd found the perfect man. He would stand by me. Always. — Melissa Haag

If a guy doesn't trip over himself to get to me, I'm not interested. I don't want to waste my time chasing what doesn't want to be caught. — Melissa Haag

I'd wanted normal so badly. No werewolves. No second sight. No weird pull on men. Yet, I knew I would never be normal. I would never have a normal date. I kept trying to mold myself into something I could never be. — Melissa Haag

I'm going back in," I said as I turned toward the door. Clay sprang to his feet before I reached it and crowded behind me. I looked down at him then back at Rachel, who watched us with an enormous grin. "Looks like another guy who can't take his eyes off you. Living with you is going to be a riot." She laughed and picked up the towels. "Let's all go in. The neighbor's tree is going to shade the deck soon anyway." Having little choice, I opened the door for Clay. His fur brushed my bare thighs as he moved past me into the house. His head came to about my sternum. He really was huge...a huge problem. Sam had warned me Clay had taken my speech as an invitation to live together. At least, Clay had shown up in his fur. However, any relief I might have felt went unnoticed as I contemplated how he'd found me in a completely different state. If Sam told him, I'd have to kill Sam. Since I didn't have the stomach for outright murder, I'd break his coffee maker. I — Melissa Haag

Feeling a light caress on my hair, I turned to look at Clay, who watched me again. "Do I say good morning or is it close to goodnight again?" He smiled at me, reached down to twine his fingers through mine, and brought my hand to his mouth. — Melissa Haag