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" True beauty isn’t in how big your breasts are, or how large your eyes are, or how pretty your nose is. All that is temporary. Breasts sag, skin gets wrinkles, waists become wider, and strong backs stoop. I tried to teach you this when you were younger, but I must’ve done a bad job, because you never learned it. True beauty is in how that person makes you feel. When a man truly loves you, the longer you are together, the more beautiful you will be to him. When he looks at you and you look at him, you won’t just see the surface. You will see everything you shared, everything you’ve been through, and every happy moment you hope for. "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
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" Jim walked into the kitchen. He was wearing a white towel around his hips and nothing else. His skin glistened with dampness—he had obviously just taken a shower. I stared at him in horror. He nodded to my aunt, my mother, and the two other women. “Ladies.” Then he walked to my silverware drawer, got a fork, took a plate out of my cabinet, walked to the breadbox, speared the steak with his fork, put it on the plate, turned around and walked out. This did not just happen. It did not happen. Aulia looked at me with eyes as big as dessert plates and mouthed, “Wow.” All four of them stared at me. "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
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" True beauty is in how that person makes you feel. When a man truly loves you, the longer you are together, the more beautiful you will be to him. When he looks at you and you look at him, you won’t just see the surface. You will see everything you shared, everything you’ve been through, and every happy moment you hope for. "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
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" What is it?” Jim asked. “Eyang Ida is a nice lady,” I told him, my voice tight with anger. “Something evil is squatting in her house and feeding on it. I’m going to get it out. This is going to get creepy fast. Do you want to stay in the car?” Jim looked at me, his face completely flat. “Jim?” He leaned toward me and said in a quiet, scary voice, “I don’t stay in a car. "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
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" Don’t say anything up front,” I murmured. “We can just let them sort of come to terms with it . . .” The door swung open. An older African-American woman stood in the doorway. She wore an apron, and she had big dark eyes, just like Jim. “Dali, this is my mother,” Jim said. “Mom, this is Dali. She’s my mate. "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
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" Jim needed his equal: a powerful, aggressive, and sexy woman. He got me, Dali, a skinny vegetarian girl who had to wear glasses with lenses as thick as Coke bottle bottoms, threw up when she smelled blood, and was about as useful in a fight as a fifth leg on a donkey. To top it all off, my own mother, who loved me more than the whole world, wouldn’t describe me as pretty. She told people that I was smart, brave, and educated. Unfortunately none of it helped me right now, because tonight I wanted to be sexy. I wanted to seduce Jim. "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
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" The whiff of whatever I’d gotten in the ladies’ room had definitely taken a big chunk out of any embarrassment I may have had left. Tonight had been my first time in a big-city club of any kind, let alone a strip or sex club. I had questions, was intensely curious, and between the clover weed and my partner’s hands all over me less than a half hour before, I wasn’t the least bit shy anymore about asking those questions. The little voice in my head was frantically waving for me to stop. I kicked the door shut on my little voice. Party pooper.
I half turned on my tuffet toward Ian, my right leg crossing over my left, also toward Ian. My little voice was banging on the door and screaming at me.
“Are people listening with our table anymore?” I whispered.
Ian glanced at the glowing surface. “No.”
“Good. So, what is it with men and titty bars? "
― Nalini Singh , Night Shift (World of Kate Daniels, #8.5; SPI Files, #0.5; Psy-Changeling, #12.5; Barbarian, #1)
