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1 " And Astrid darling, the name is Satan, Prince of Darkness, Beelzebub, Lucifer or The Great Evil Handsome Devil. "
― Robyn Peterman , Fashionably Fanged (Hot Damned, #8)
2 " If you insist on calling me Uncle Fucker, I’ll start spending every weekend at your abode.” “Fuck,” Ethan groaned. “Quiet,” Astrid hissed under her breath. “He would never do that. "
3 " Kentucky gets too cold for his fire loving ass.” “I can hear you,” Satan said with an eye roll. “It’s the truth,” Astrid argued in her defense. “You’re a total weenie about the snow. "
4 " I needed to remember I had shitty taste in men. It was just hard to commit to the mantra when Gareth was staring at me like he would die without me. "
5 " Sunny fucking lied,” Tiara growled as her eyes went red and silver and her fangs appeared. "
6 " Someone with a D name was out on stage droning on about high fashion. Was that actually a cause? Seemed pretty vapid to me. "
7 " The truth,” Tiara replied. “You do deserve it and I honor you,” I said quietly, still on my knees. “I also apologize to you. "
8 " Not anymore,” Gareth whispered so as not to be heard by the Vamps still milling around backstage. “You are now part of my Asian Dominion—new members of the Guardian’s House. "
9 " GET OUT,” Gareth bellowed as he began ripping at his clothes uncaring that the last of the crew was still exiting. “Close the door behind you. NOW. "
10 " Put your left hands in. "
11 " We did. “No.” Changing her mind, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes for a moment. “Take your left hand out. Put your right hand in.” “Should we shake it all about?” Gareth asked, bemused. My giggle escaped before I could swallow it. I’d been thinking the exact same thing. "
12 " Verizon doesn’t have a Hell plan. "