Today was our turn to do a Thursday Thirteen over on the It Takes Two blog. Lisa and I decided to post our thirteen favorite parts of Lover’s Talisman. But when it came to pick out only thirteen, we were stumped. We had a lot more than thirteen favorites on our list. We managed to whittle it down to thirteen for our official Thursday Thirteen post over on the other blog, but as a special bonus (and because we love these exchanges too) here’s a few that didn’t make the official list.

Jake clicked-in. “Great. My fuckin’ night’s complete. Tour guide duty and wallowing in demon muck. Thanks.”

“Shut up, Jake. I’ll buy you a beer afterward.”

“Naw, fuck beer. I want chocolate ice cream tonight. I freakin’ deserve it.”

–Jake to Stephan after being told to clean up demon remains

 

Hello. Note to brain. Now is not the time to drool. Maybe she was suffering from a brain injury—her headache was worse than all of her previous hangovers combined. Plus, her instincts about men had been proven wrong before. Just get out of here, Mariah. Don’t be a dumbass.

Too late. Her breath caught as he dipped his head and ran a hand through his hair— she’d been right, he was a finger comber. And why was she finding that incredibly sexy?—then lifted his face and graced her with a genuine smile that caused his hazel eyes to sparkle and shine with a hint of gold.

–Mariah, upon seeing Stephan for the first time

 

“Are you done chastising me for not being a slut like you?”

“Not a slut. I just really, really enjoy having wild, eye-popping sex with gorgeous men—like most normal, single, hot-blooded women do.”

–Mariah (who needs to get out more) to Twyla (the slut)

 

 

Nuzzling the shell of her ear, he whispered, “I’m gonna take you now.”

–Stephan to Mariah, right before their first romp

 

 

“Marlin? You brought her back to me?” Mariah threw her arms around him. “Thank you. I could just kiss you.”

Twyla grinned as Marlin contended with her best friend, who very smartly had him locked in a death grip. His hands wandered about an inch over her back, as if he were afraid to touch her. “Um…Mariah—”

“Mariah, sweetie, as nice as Marlin’s body must be to fondle, you should know by now I don’t need a man to come riding to my rescue. I saved myself.”

–Mariah thanks a would-be rescuer

 

You can read the rest of our choices over on our Thursday Thirteen post.

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