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“Beautiful face. Beautiful body. Horrible attitude. It was the holy trinity of hot boys.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“My palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I've always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect." His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. "The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It's just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Remind me," he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, "to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I don't think he meant to kiss me," I said finally.
"What? Did he slip and fall on your mouth? Those things are known to happen.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Will you show me what you really look like? You don't sparkle, do you?”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Daemon: I checked out your blog.
Katy: Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?
Daemon: In your dreams, Kitten. Oh wait, I'm already starring in those, aren't I?
Katy: Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You look like you got more of a bath than the car. I never
thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Thanks,â€� I muttered and added under my breath, “Douchebag.â€�

He laughed, deep and throaty. “Now that’s not very ladylike, Kittycat.�

I whipped around. “Don’t ever call me that,� I snapped.

“It’s better than calling someone a douchebag, isn’t it?� He pushed out the door. “This has been a stimulating visit. I’ll cherish it for a long time to come.�

Okay. That was it. “You know, you’re right. How wrong of me to call you a douchebag. Because a douchebag is too nice of a word for you,� I said, smiling sweetly. “You’re a dickhead.�

“A dickhead?� he repeated. “How charming.�

I flipped him off.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“The day my internet was hooked up was better than having a hot guy check out my butt and ask for my phone number.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“Swimming was the last thing I wanted to do. Drowning him? Maybe.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“So the dickhead had a name. Daemon—seemed fitting. And of course his sister would be as attractive as him. Why not? Welcome to West
Virginia, the land of lost models.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“How long have you been standing there?"
"Just long enough to see you give Daemon the middle finger."
"He deserved it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“I didn't tell you this because I'm sure you would've changed your mind about the dress."
"What?" I frowned. "Does it make my butt look big?"
She laughed. "No. You looked stunning in it."
"Then what's the deal?"
Her smile turned downright mischievous. "Oh, you know, just that the color red is Daemon's favorite.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“You don't look like an alien!' It seemed important to point that out.

He arched a brow. 'And what do aliens look like?'

'Not...not like you,' I sputtered. 'They aren't gorgeous--'

'You think I'm gorgeous?' He smiled.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian

“If she was mine, I'd cherish every inch of her. And I wanted to. Now”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsidian