The Saucy Wenches Book Club

"Majestic," Bones greeted the woman seated on a plush recliner chair, nodding his head respectfully." But when I came out from behind him and saw Marie more clearly, my polite hello vanished under a burst of laughter. On the floor right next to her smart little heels was a pale container of plastic-wrapped poultry, and I didn't have to look at the label to guess what kind. "A headless chicken," I said once I'd gotten my laughter under control. "Very cool." Bones arched a brow at me, not knowing that upon first meeting the ghoul queen of New Orleans, I'd commented that I was sure she'd be holding a headless chicken considering her fearsome voodoo reputation. Apparently, she'd remembered that, yet another example of the sly humor lurking underneath her whole Queen of the Damned demeanor.  "It was the best I could do under short notice," Marie replied with an elegant shrug. This Side of the Grave , Jeanie...

Liked! view quote Share on Twitter Likes the quote "I feel like someone breathed new air into my lungs. I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless. I am Divergent." always post: reviews user statuses   “Moths," repeats Will. "You're afraid of moths?" "Not just a cloud of moths," she says, "like...a swarm of them. Everywhere. All those wings and legs and..." She shudders and shakes her head. "Terrifying," Will says with mock seriousness. "That's my girl. Tough as cotton balls." "Oh, Shut up.” Divergent by Veronica Roth “Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?” “In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.”  ~~Jeaniene Frost Halfway to the Grave

Fangirl Friday: Bones from Jeaniene Frost's Night Huntress Series Collage by Olga Daniels It's no secret that I have a favorite urban fantasy hero, one that stands head-and-shoulders above all others. Crispin Phillip Arthur Russell III, more commonly known as Bones, is without a doubt the perfect man. At least in my head. When I first picked up Halfway to the Grave , nearly three years ago, I had no idea that by the end of that week (yep, I read all available books in the matter of a week!) I would be completely ruined for all other fictional men. And I am. Bones is now the measuring stick I use to compare all other heroes. Most are found lacking, while a few come close, but none can even share that pedestal with Bones, much less best him for the top spot. He remains the very best. Click through, and I'll do my best to tell you why without devolving into shrill fangirling, babbling, or drooling. Although there will probably be a little of all of those. It is Bone...

“The clock struck eleven and Cat the vampire huntress was on the loose, except my battle armor was a push-up bra, curled hair and a short dress. Yeah, it was a dirty job, but I was going to do it. Come one, come all, bloodsuckers! Bar’s open!”  Halfway to the Grave , Jeaniene Frost

“Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.” Halfway to the Grave ~~Jeaniene Frost

Our Favorite Night Huntress Quotes By Wench Barb and Wench Care Collage by Olga Daniels The final installment in Cat and Bones's story hit shelves and e-readers yesterday, and most of the Wenches are working their way through that fabulous book right now. So we decided to take this opportunity to look back at some of our favorite quotes from this wonderful series, of which there are many. The Night Huntress series has it's share of hilarious zingers, heart-wrenching life truths, stunning declarations of love, and sexy lines that leave us panting, so narrowing it down to just one per book was quite the challenge. A challenge we accepted. So click through to see our favorite quotes from each book in the Night Huntress series. Obviously there will be spoilers (including an Up From the Grave quote!), so click at your own risk.

“ C ome to think of it, pet, you are a liar, possessor of false identification, and a murderer.” “ Y our point?” I snapped. “ N ot to mention a tease,” he continued as if I hadn’t spoken. “Foulmouthed, as well. Yep, you and I will get along famously.” “ B ollocks,” I said succintly. ~ J eaniene F rost, H alfway to the G rave