Giving up is the only sure way to fail.

— Gena Showalter

Happy to say you passed the sobriety test. Sad to say you failed the asshole test.

— Gena Showalter

Hate. Huh. He'd never hated himself. If anything, he'd always liked himself a little too much. Once, a human female had even accused him of picturing his own face while he climaxed. He hadn't denied it, either, and next time he'd slept with her, he'd made sure to scream, "Strider" at the pivotal moment." --Strider, keeper of the demon of Defeat--

— Gena Showalter

Have you ever wondered what a witness is? It's someone who has died, who lives in heaven and watches over the lives of those she loved. That's what I do. I watch you. I cheer you on. Furthermore, I hurt when you hurt.

— Gena Showalter

He gripped her nape. "I fuckin' love you, Region!" Rain spiked his lashes as he gazed down at her, commanding her, "Love Me Back

— Gena Showalter

He had a bleeding cut on his leg and he smelled like shit. Her nose wrinkled. "Step in something?" she asked innocently. Mind was being hit by a cab, then landing on the lap of a naked man. With an erection, Anya. He had an erection.

— Gena Showalter

He ignored me, thank God, saying to Kat, "Let go of Frosty's leash. You're choking the life out of him." Kat's eyes narrowed to tiny slits, a sure sign of her aggression. "He deserves to choke. He didn't keep little frosty in his pants this summer." the words snapped like a whip. "He did." Cole snapped back with unwavering confidence." Not."" Did."" Not!"" Did,""Not, not, not!" she shouted with a stomp of her foot." What are we five?" Cole said." Six.

— Gena Showalter

He licked at her lips." We are going to have some amazing children. The best this world has ever seen.

— Gena Showalter

Her little fists pummeled at him, and he accepted the abuse. Until he realized she’d made an improper fist and was actually hurting herself. He wound an arm around her waist, spun her and slammed her into the hard line of his body to still her.“Let me go!”“In a minute.” As she struggled, he pulled her thumb out from beneath her fingers and rearranged her fist. “Hit like this.” Done, he released her.

— Gena Showalter

He’s a love-’em-and-leave-’em kind of guy. And though he’s not a Lord, he does have a curse hanging over his head. I have the book to prove it.” William growled low in his throat. “Anya! Must you share my secrets with everyone?” He flattened his palms on the arms of his chair. “Fine. If you can spill, I can, too. Anya’s the reason the Titanic sank. She was playing chicken with the icebergs.” Scowling, Anya anchored her hands on her hips. “William had a bronze made of his penis and placed it on his mantel.

— Gena Showalter