Bea's Book Nook: Quote-Tastic #36 Go Soak Yourself In Oil And Light A Match (Night Broken by Patricia Briggs)

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It's almost March and that means it's time for the next Mercy Thompson book! "Night Broken", the ninth book in the series, is out in just a few weeks. Today I have some quotes to share with you and on Thursday, you can read a review of it. CarolKat, Jax, and I did a group review so you'll get all our viewpoints.

Laughingdog moved to a chair that was across the room but still gave Zack a good view of him. He looked at Kyle.

"You know," he said, "I can do a little rough since that seems to be your thing-and you look like a man who likes the boys rather than the girls."

"Not interested," said Kyle shortly.

"See," said Laughingdog to the room at large, though there was no doubt to whom he addressed his words. "That's how it's done. 'Go soak yourself in oil and light a match' in two short words."

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"You are the opposite of Christy," he said seriously.

I raised my eyebrows. "You don't think I'd ask for help if I acquired a stalker?"

His hard belly vibrated against mine as he laughed silently. "Maybe. Just maybe, and only if you thought someone else might be at risk. But I wasn't talking about that." He kissed me until the pulse in my neck jumped against his thumb. "She's too busy taking care of herself to take care of anyone, you said. That's about the best description of Christy I've ever heard. You? You are too busy taking care of everyone else to take care of yourself."

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"...Speaking of things to remember-and now he didn't sound amused at all-"I like it when you defend me. I haven't gotten a lot of that.

"That voice," I said, and he laughed happily, though even his laugh held that rough sexual overtone. He rolled until he was on top of me, and nibbled along my jawline.

"You like my body," he told me, "you like me sweaty, and watching my belly when I do sit-ups."

"Hey," I said, trying for indignation, "I never told you that."

He laughed again. "Sweetheart, you tell me every time you can't look away, and you know it. But"--he laughed again, then said, in that deep growly voice that was his own personal secret weapon--"you really like it when I talk to you, like this."

"No door," I squeaked.