Nevada Baylor Quotes & Sayings

Maybe I should drive," Troy said. "She knows what she's doing," Mad Rogan said. I sniffed. "What?" "The fragrance of a genuine compliment from Mad Rogan. So rare and sweet. — Ilona Andrews

They dismissed me as a peasant, I dismissed them as shallow, and we were all happy like that. — Ilona Andrews

Mr. Rogan," I frosted my voice over. "What I put into my body is my business." Okay, that didn't sound right. — Ilona Andrews

Should I bring my own chains this time? Or do you have bigger plans, and this is some sort of freaky murder foreplay" - why did the word foreplay just come out of my mouth? - "and I'll end up cut up into small pieces inside some freezer at the end? I can just spray myself with mace and shoot myself in the head now and save you the trouble. — Ilona Andrews

The next time I went anywhere with Mad Rogan, I'd bring one of those bandoliers action stars wore when they routed terrorists from jungles. — Ilona Andrews

Did you send an escort with my family?" "Yes. They're a target." "How did you know they would be leaving?" "My people saw them load up, called me, and I told them to follow." Duh. "Thank you." "You're welcome. I plan to hold them hostage until you sleep with me." I stumbled. He turned and gave me a brilliant, impossibly handsome smile. "Just kidding." Damn it. — Ilona Andrews

How long does it take?" I asked. "I'm sorry?" "How long does it take you to get dressed for work in the morning?" "Two and a half hours," she said. "Do they pay you overtime for that? — Ilona Andrews

And let's be honest, you weren't exactly harmed. I even took you home." "You dumped me on my doorstep. According to my mother, I looked half dead." "Your mother exaggerates. A third dead at most." I stared at him. Wow. Just wow. — Ilona Andrews

I'm a known fugitive who likes to set people on fire. Come away with me so we can have hot sex while the entire city is trying to shoot me in the head. If I get bored, I'll barbecue you for my amusement. Sure, let me get my shoes. — Ilona Andrews

Speak to me."
"I hate you."
"Okay." Mad Rogan let go of me. "You're fine. — Ilona Andrews

I opened a writing app and began typing what I knew about Pierce.
Vain. Terminal fear of T-shirts or any other garment that would cover his pectorals.
Deadly. Doesn't hesitate to kill. Holding him at gunpoint would result in me being barbecued. Whee.
Likes burning things. Now here's an understatement. Good information to have, but not useful for finding him.
Antigovernment. Neither here nor there.
Hmm. So far my best plan would be to build a mountain of gasoline cans and explosives, stick a Property of US Government sign on it, and throw a T-shirt over Pierce's head when he showed up to explode it. Yes, this would totally work. — Ilona Andrews

You don't have the touching rights." "How do I get those?" Stop being a self-absorbed spoiled baby. "You get those if I fall in love with you." He stopped. "In love. You're serious?" "Yes." That would shut him up. "What is this, the sixteenth century? Should I write you a sonnet next?" "Is it going to be a good sonnet? — Ilona Andrews

She who showed weakness to teenagers would be picked on to death. True fact of life. — Ilona Andrews

A man had no right to be this fiercely sexual without even trying. — Ilona Andrews

All men are liars. All women are liars, too. — Ilona Andrews

Can you turn so you're not pressed against me?"
"I could," he said, his voice amused. "But then you would have to lie on top of me."
My brain said, "NO." My body went, "Wheee! — Ilona Andrews

Now that was a kiss," Grandma Frida said from the doorway behind me.
I jumped. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough. That man means business."
All my words tried to come out at once. "I don't ... what ... asshole! ... screw himself for all I care!"
"Aww, young love, so passionate," Grandma said. "I'm going to buy you a subscription to Brides magazine. You should start shopping for dresses. — Ilona Andrews

What happened?" I asked quietly.
"I lost some people," [Rogan] said. There was an awful finality in his voice.
I hadn't thought he cared. I'd thought he viewed his people as tools and took care of them because tools had to be kept in good repair, but this sounded like genuine grief - that complicated cocktail of guilt, regret, and overwhelming sadness you felt when someone close to you died. It broke you and made you feel helpess. Helpless wasn't even in Rogan's vocabulary. — Ilona Andrews

Do you have a girlfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. I put my hand over my face. "No," Mad Rogan said. "A boyfriend?" Grandma Frida asked. "No." "What about ... " "No," Mom and I said in unison. "But you don't even know what I wanted to ask!" "No," we said again together. "Party poopers." Grandma shrugged. — Ilona Andrews

It rolled over you like old oil from a fryer. — Ilona Andrews

You have to live a little." Grandma fitted the track bar into the cog on the track. "Go out with a bad boy. Run headfirst into a fight. Get roaring drunk. Something! — Ilona Andrews

I can buy your contract." "No, you can't. Any sale of our mortgage requires my consent, and I won't consent to it." He grinned. "You don't want to work under me?" "I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer. — Ilona Andrews

What are your qualifications for this job?" she asked. "I'm expendable," I said. — Ilona Andrews

I wanted you to stop." "I was encouraged by you breathlessly moaning my name." I spun on my foot. "I wasn't moaning your name. I was shrieking in alarm." "That was the sexiest throaty shrieking I've ever heard." "You need to get out more. — Ilona Andrews

He hung up and glanced at me. "I'm sorry, I have to take care of business. It can't wait, but I'll keep it short."
"Not a problem. I'll busy myself with being seen and tossing my hair. Would you like me to twirl it on my finger while biting my lip?"
"Could you?"
"No, sorry." I grinned at him — Ilona Andrews

One school of thought says that the best way to handle an issue like this is exposure therapy," Mad Rogan said. "For example, if you're terrified of snakes, repeated handling of them will cure it."
Aha. "I'm not handling your snake. — Ilona Andrews

I have a family full of quirky people. Someone has to be sensible so all of you can enjoy being reckless weirdos. — Ilona Andrews

He looked like he needed some jungle ruins to explore or some bad people to hit with a chair. Trouble was, he was the bad people. — Ilona Andrews

Had I known you were going to pull a pretty ribbon out of your sleeve like some two-bit magician, tie me up with it, and indulge your mental torture fetish in your basement, I would've shot you. Many times."
"Two-bit magician?"
"Men like you enjoy being flattered. — Ilona Andrews

How do we get out of this circle?" I asked him.
"We kill him," he said.
"Good. Let's kill him and go home."
"I thought you'd never ask. — Ilona Andrews

Oh. "So the best way to fight you is to strip naked and attack?"
His eyes flashed with a wicked light. "Yes. You should try it and see what happens. — Ilona Andrews

And your skin is like honey. I wonder how you taste."
Bitter and tired. "Mhm. — Ilona Andrews

If you're really hard up, I can introduce you to my grandmother. She's a fan." Adam blinked. "She doesn't typically sleep with pretty young things, but she would make an exception in your case. You might even learn a trick or two. — Ilona Andrews

You seem to be under the impression that I work for you and you can give me orders. Let me fix that. I hung up. — Ilona Andrews

I didn't expect to sit here for hours. But if you're too hot, feel free to take the bra off." I gave him the finger. "What are you?" he asked. "I'm the woman you chained in your basement. I'm your captive. Your ... victim. Yes, that's the right word. All of that education. How come nobody ever explained to you that you can't just kidnap people because you feel like it? — Ilona Andrews

He glanced at me, his eyes dark. "Would you rather talk about your dream?"
"No."
"Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars. Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you?" He glanced at me. His voice could've melted the clothes off my body. "Were you touching me? — Ilona Andrews

If you keep wiggling, things might get uncomfortable," he said into my ear, his voice like a caress. "I'm doing my best, but thinking about baseball only takes you so far." I froze. — Ilona Andrews

He took the risk and his people had died. He blamed himself. It didn't reflect in his face, but I saw it in his eyes for a brief moment, before they went back to their icy blue. The last time we talked, I was almost completely convinced that he was a sociopath. He seemed invulnerable, as if nothing could bother him. This did. — Ilona Andrews