Woman Sentence Examples
A woman has a right to protect herself – any way she can.
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.
A woman was sitting alone by the fire.
She's a woman one could easily fall in love with.
The woman screamed piercingly.
The woman laughed softly.
Then a woman has to do the best she can on her own.
Julie was offended and replied that it was true that a woman needs variety, and the same thing over and over again would weary anyone.
I think it's a woman.
I suppose I shall have many such battles with the little woman before she learns the only two essential things I can teach her, obedience and love.
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Adrienne waited for the woman to go on.
He said I was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
If you're going to work for this woman, it's best we all know where we stand.
Everybody will feel an interest in dear little Helen; everybody will want to do something for her; and, if she becomes an ancient, gray-haired woman, she is still sure of being thoughtfully cared for.
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Her eyes cracked open, and she was startled to see a petite blonde woman in dark jeans standing between them.
No, Martha Boyd had no idea where her mother was nor did she know the woman's destination, presuming Patsy had one.
Finally, Lydia said, "I told your wife I was going to ask you," then added, "I really underestimated that woman."
The woman who brought sunshine into every room, who managed to touch his sick heart.
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Go get your woman.
He didn't realize how great of a transformation had really taken place within the small woman gazing up at him.
The king sat down by the fire, and the woman hurried to get things ready for supper.
He is a son of Marya Ivanovna Dolokhova, such a worthy woman, but there, just fancy!
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You're a nice looking woman.
He barely accepted the idea of being mated to a woman who only looked like his ex.
The woman he fell for on the beach, without the tumor?
He wasn't about to lose her or the chance to build a life with the woman he'd loved for tens of thousands of years.
She'd be willing to bet the woman was as hard nosed in her sleep.
The woman turned to her husband.
This morning, he left a perfectly healthy woman – who looked like his mate and wore the Immortal mating tattoo – and yet was distinctly different.
The woman Gabriel touched today wasn't the one he touched last night.
It was hard for him to remain detached around the beautiful woman with silver-white hair.
She tasted sweet and saucy, like the woman herself, her heat, scent and silky skin filling his senses in a way that left him wanting more of her.
Deidre shifted to see the woman standing below.
He couldn't help feeling angry with the goddess who set this all up or escape the emotion he felt knowing his mate was the woman he'd loved for thousands of years.
Deidre stared with renewed interest at the woman she created.
Maybe he was afraid she would insist he make an honest woman of her.
Had he given himself to the wrong woman?
I noticed you were a good looking woman, if that's what you mean.
The young woman laughed even harder.
But this woman is a different situation.
I'm just going to talk; woman to woman.
I'm a woman; I have the prerogative to change my mind, especially after sleeping on it.
The woman was her aunt, Quinn.
The woman ignored him.
I'm interested in a young woman whose name will be familiar to you.
The young woman I didn't know cried out but was quickly silenced by my knife.
He focused on the woman whose body was pressed beneath his.
The sexy woman was on edge tonight, her gaze restless.
No woman had gotten through his guard ever.
He couldn't lose the only other woman he'd ever cared about.
You've always been bad with woman.
This woman was the key.
His instincts told him he needed to find the woman, and he closed his eyes.
The woman didn't respond immediately.
The woman pushed away from him and staggered.
Jule gathered the woman in his arms.
Of course, this was no normal woman.
You sure you don't have a woman plaguing you?
Had to be a woman, though.
Either you need a woman real bad or there's something special about this one.
His simple words turned her inside out, and yet, what would he want with a woman like her?
She gritted her teeth and turned to go, trying not to think of how jealous the idea of another woman made her.
If he has a woman, he has a woman.
There's no woman, though I'm flattered.
No other woman has been able to resist me.
I can have any woman I want.
It was purely a woman thing.
The woman was all over him!
The woman stayed with him.
The mating bond alone makes it easy for a woman to control her mate.
Deidre said, sensing the jealousy in the woman before her.
The woman has no idea how to deal with a child.
She acts more sorry for the woman, or exasperated, than afraid of her.
Are you going to continue to play detective and grill the poor woman, or is this a fun trip?
Gabriel could move forward, try to win over the woman who seemed much more interested in him than she had a few days ago, before her deal with the Dark One.
Even his lingering doubt about the real cost of her deals with Darkyn didn't extend to the question of whether or not he was meant to be with the woman in his arms.
For a moment he was certain the familiar voice of a woman was a memory, perhaps brought on by standing in Deidre's apartment.
He could search years and never find a woman like you.
If a woman says no and a man does it anyway, isn't that rape?
Your wife is a beautiful woman.
A woman nearby was staring at her.
The woman was smartly dressed in a suit.
The satiny sheets of the bed smelled of the woman he'd made love to for hours last night.
This woman had been wild, uninhibited.
He hadn't made up his mind about either woman yet.
The woman before her was truly happy to see her.
The woman rolled her eyes.
She didn't understand it, not when he obviously had another woman.
But how could he be jealous, agree to send her away and make out with another woman?
You are authorized to kill any threats to the woman you're protecting.
Her gaze fell to the tall woman in a slip of a dress that walked by her.
The woman you were kissing was gorgeous.
The gods couldn't have molded a more perfect woman.
This woman was a mega-bitch.
But the woman is yours.
You are one lucky woman to go to bed with that one.
He was gracious and gentle with the old woman.
They were a handsome couple, the elegant woman's hair so fine and blonde it resembled white silk.
Uncertainly, she remained where she was and gazed at the man and woman before her.
They're fighting over a woman, and I really don't take to the way they do things here in that regard.
The woman-- his woman-- was curled on her bed, her back to him.
He hadn't met a woman quite as rough around the edges as his was.
It opened, and the exotic woman within turned to him, surprise on her face.
She smelled of woman, a husky, sweet, faint scent.
I'm sure a woman with intelligence will shock you.
How did a woman like this find her way to him of all men?
If he had it his way, the woman would rarely leave his side.
She was strong for a woman as well, which she'd revealed during their two training sessions.
You've been bested by a mere woman!
Cade who felt no desire for a woman?
Cade was the man of her dreams, but was Mary the woman of his?
My Betsy is fine looking woman, beautiful in my mind and in the eyes of most, but even I have to admit she lacks the room-stopping allure of Martha LeBlanc.
I found myself in a farm house living room where a woman who looked maybe in her thirties was ironing shirts.
Do you think the woman and the girl were people from your past; relatives?
I could hear birds chirping and earlier, the woman humming.
Look what he dreamt; a woman ironing shirts, a child playing, a cat and a farmer pitching hay.
The exchange was a stark testimony to the incongruities of man versus woman, and the pending adjustments of our marriage, looming ahead.
Just then, an elderly woman emerged from the back of the red brick structure.
The woman introduced herself as Annie Mae Wilkie and informed us she was the treasurer of Brockville, in addition to holding several other positions.
When I'd stopped for a breath, the woman asked where I was when I witnessed it and why I'd waited so long to call.
It lists the woman's name and township.
Although a blurry image appeared on television of the woman captured on a video camera, she disappeared out of view once she exited.
Are we certain the tips this woman cited can't be traced back to us?
A frightened woman is trussed up like a turkey, under my back bed.
Then a woman in the background said something about them all moving to this keen town and the woman on the phone laughed, like it was a joke.
The pope would have appointed Lucifer a cardinal with what was done to that woman.'
Warning that Boston woman sounds prudent, though I'm not sure she has a clue to finding the so-called Psychic tipster.
This newspaper woman, however, may not suspect she's in danger.
Check into the murder of a woman named Brenda Washington in Omaha, Nebraska.
On the record, tell the public this; you've been led to believe the psychic tipster is a woman of an age able to collect social security.
He hardly knows the woman and you heard what Martha said; she still holds a grudge over what she perceived as Howie's carelessness that caused her daughter's kidnapping and death.
Maybe the woman is more forgiving now that so much time has passed.
Howie would toss in towel once he learned he'd been deceived by this woman, his first love.
Perhaps I was being unfair but everything we'd been able to do was close to ending with a sad whimper, due to the greed of this woman.
One woman want's to write a book about it, but frankly, so might I one day.
I questioned the newspaper woman in Boston, by telephone, in hopes of enticing her to meet with me under the guise of my writing a magazine article.
A woman with a gruff voice answered for Blast Publishing.
The poor old woman may have believed it herself.
Look, just tell the gathering how painful it is to have missed all those good times by not remembering this lovely woman everyone says is such a saint.
I followed a woman who grabbed him at an amusement park and stuck with her to her car where a guy was in the driver's seat.
However, I do feel a kinship to this Elizabeth woman.
The old man woke with a start as the woman smiled and set aside her book.
The woman checked a ring binder on the picnic table, running down the names with her finger.
I could hear him discussing the vehicle with a woman in the outer room.
Even though it will upset the child, I shant take the time to tarry long with the woman.
Alas, woman and child have missed their opportunity to share our company.
But what made the police seek out the woman and child and drive directly to them?
The woman nodded her head.
Once aboard my flight I spent the next several hours squeezed between a talkative sailor and a woman with a fussy child.
A voice from the other stall cried out the name Julie, but I had opened it too, and with knife at the woman's throat, calmly told her to adjust her clothing and come with me.
I lifted the sleeping child to my arms, and holding a concealed knife against her body, told the frightened woman to follow me, in silence.
I thought for a moment the woman might cry out but my look froze her to silence.
A woman was attacked in the ladies room.
A Hispanic woman in green pajamas took my arm and I was led to a small cubicle.
The woman in there was with my wife and a young child!
I think he may have my wife and the daughter of the woman they just brought in.
The woman is a feisty one but her daughter is such a beauty I'm obliged to keep mommy alive for at least a short time until we are locked in the privacy of my refuge.
A woman huddled over a screen spoke up.
A tall black woman moved forward from against the wall.
Incidentally, he supposedly came on the radar as a result of a tip from this man or woman everyone's read about; the so-called psychic tipster person.
I have no fear this woman will attempt to escape as she sees my knife and knows full well her daughter's life is in my hands.
The only person I recognized was the black FBI woman from our earlier meeting.
A naked, unconscious woman lay atop the island in the center with five men with red eyes chewing on various parts of her body, one on each leg, one on each arm, and one at her neck.
One of the men drinking blood from the naked woman straightened, and she gasped.
In all his years, he hadn't found anything as soothing to his nerves as a woman's silky skin, heady scent, and warm body.
And yet, she couldn't forget what she'd seen him doing-- drinking another woman's blood as Talon did hers!
They waged a silent battle, and Bianca opened her eyes, praying with everything she was worth that the small woman-- whoever she was-- would win.
There was right and wrong, good and evil, and every human but the woman before him had fallen for some temptation of the dark side.
He sensed something wrong but kept it from the petite woman beside him, who had enough of her own issues to deal with.
He hadn't thought twice about Toni's message that he'd delivered the package from the stash house to his condo until he walked in and discovered the vamp he expected was a woman.
He hadn't paid much attention to any woman in many, many years, but couldn't help thinking her one of the most attractive he'd ever met.
Until that moment, he hadn't really cared why Sofi saved the life of the woman before him.
A tall, toned woman who looked like she did Pilates for a living stood in the hall in tight black leather pants and a tight pink T-shirt that drew attention to her large breasts.
Bianca liked Jenn, though she felt there was more to the woman than she could pinpoint.
Bianca was warm and sweet, the kind of woman who deserved better than he'd ever have to offer.
To be reminded first by a woman who should be dead and again by a Healer of some sort … He shook out his shoulders and nudged his XO awake, not wanting to deal with the thoughts.
Maybe every man out there was like Aaron, unable to commit to one woman.
She didn't have his cold control; she was the kind of woman who would give herself freely in bed and hold no part of her back.
It had something to do with the beautiful woman before him who made him feel for the first time in years.
He was not long for this world, and she was no Jenn-- a woman there for his physical pleasure.
Bianca was the kind of woman who could heal his soul, if he had time to let her.
There was something very different about this woman, and it was more than the feel of her energy flowing through him.
The young woman motioned to the sitting area, and Bianca went, relieved.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
The woman had Dusty's cold beauty, with feminine, chiseled features, long blonde hair and large blue eyes lined with silver.
Bianca smiled, puzzled why anyone would run from the small, beautiful woman.
Sofi's cool power whipped through her thoughts, but it was the darkness within the small woman that drew her attention.
It was his job to protect humans, and he hadn't been able to protect one woman in his own home!
She looked at the unconscious woman in her lap then twisted to look up at Darian.
No woman would ever be more than second to a man like that, but being the woman who was second in his world sounded better than anything else she'd ever wanted.
Darian waved an elderly woman over.
She belonged with him, even if she was second rung to his war against bad guys or even if he was never able to devote himself to any one woman at all.
The woman in Dusty's arms shook from cold and fear.
Darian moved sluggishly towards the shivering woman.
I think the worst is you've been whipped by a woman, Damian ticked off.
He wasn't sure what he expected—maybe a cold, hard Medusa—but the young woman Sean indicated was nothing like that.
Stalking an innocent woman in the alley was a cakewalk, until the moment she said something she shouldn't have known.
He strode toward the end of the alley, wanting out of the rain as much as he wanted to talk to the intriguing woman over his shoulder.
He lowered the woman to her feet and pushed her behind him.
The woman directed her plea toward the Other and tried to push past Jule.
Don't need magics to kill a woman.
The woman in his arms went still as he pressed its edge to her throat.
The woman's fate was suddenly of more concern to Jule than messing with the purple-eyed or green-eyed trolls.
He sheathed the knife and pushed the woman away.
The woman moved behind him, her confused green eyes on Jule.
She drove to the bed and breakfast instead, where the friendly woman who rented rooms had left the back door open for her.
The plump woman nodded and hurried away, like everyone save her father did around her.
His voice was quiet and confident, and she felt like a visitor in his throne room rather than a woman talking to a stranger chained to her basement wall.
He couldn't remember the last time he'd found any woman so intriguing.
A woman who died during the Schism.
He wasn't to that point yet, and he had to figure out just how to protect the woman from the man she considered her own father.
The woman strained to break his grip, but he held her in place.
The woman fought him, and he hauled her to her feet.
Jule pushed the woman away from the door and slammed it closed.
The woman was halfway out the window on the opposite end of the firelit room.
The woman was far enough ahead she should be able to escape while he distracted the creature.
The woman emerged carrying a crossbow.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the brake lights of the woman's car as she drove down the driveway.
His skin was soft despite his strength, a combination the woman in her found appealing.
A man with caramel skin, a woman openly armed with a gun, and a man Jule's size with unnatural golden eyes.
What kind of creature would hurt a woman like this? her father asked.
Damian disappeared, followed by the man named Jonny and the woman with him.
It seemed like too long already, especially since the woman was alone to protect herself.
Darian emerged from the kitchen, trailed by a small, shapely woman with dark, curly hair tied in a ponytail.
He carried on with Bianca like the sister she now was, and Jule couldn't help feeling a sense of gratitude towards the small woman with the quick smile, warm gaze, and healing energy.
Damian would never kill his brother, Jule, but if the woman was dangerous enough to warrant a Watcher's attention, he couldn't look the other way.
That he was an Original Being who had chosen to stay with Damian and a woman long since dead.
Jonny was on a low, flat rock, making love to a woman writhing in pleasure beneath him.
Her eyes returned to Jonny, who was lapping up what was left of the dead woman's blood.
She recognized Damian, Darian, Jonny, the woman who accompanied Jonny, and several others.
Jule watched the beautiful woman knock Darian to the ground for a second time.
Instead of draining his power, the woman was shoving power into him.
He staggered away from the monument and lightning connecting the woman with the clouds and dropped to his knees on the other side of the hill.
Xander approached the woman from one side and Jule from the other.
Jule caught the woman as she fell.
Darian wants nothing to do with any woman after what he's been through.
A shapely woman with curly dark brown hair leaned against the railing of a paddock between the house and a large outer building.
At Bianca's sunny smile, Yully could see the woman cheerfully helping the injured.
The Hispanic woman hopped down from the fence and shielded her eyes to see them as they approached.
A man's face, a woman in the hospital on her death bed, their children surrounding them.
He continued on his way, holding out his hand to the woman awaiting him.
The same woman who would die in twenty-three years from ovarian cancer.
His phone rang, and he answered, expecting the woman to return his call with a few dozen apologies.
Damian grimaced, recalling the last time he'd seen the beautiful woman, his slain brother's wife.
It'd been too long since a normal woman overcame his first impression.
He hadn't held a woman in too long, and he'd never held one for the sole purpose of comforting her.
He'd never been mistaken for a gentleman, but the woman shimmered with a sweet, pure aura that made him feel obliged to behave.
None of his men had ever seen a human woman throw herself into his arms.
His woman laughed huskily and approached Two naked.
I don't know what to do with a crying woman, Han had typed.
The woman in his arms ducked her head again and closed her eyes, missing the flash of darkness that crossed his mind and face.
He'd seen from burying his brother that a king's greatest weakness was the woman at his side.
Something about the woman made him think of things he'd not thought about in ages.
She'd had never felt overwhelmed by a man before, and she'd certainly never been a woman who felt weak-kneed!
Thousands of years hadn't given him much insight into a woman's way of thinking, but this he knew without a doubt.
He felt Dusty's gaze on him before it went to the still woman.
Damian carefully gathered the woman into his arms and closed his eyes.
Laney's eyebrows shot up, and he looked at the unconscious, blood-spattered woman.
Usually when he awoke with a hard-on and a woman in his bed, what happened next was pretty straightforward.
I would say it was a rough lesson in history when the kings of my time learned that killing a woman with the intent to bring her back as your servant doesn't really work as they'd planned, he explained.
Then again, he was a man, and he didn't pretend to understand a woman's mind.
There was a time when he didn't care who he slept with, when he was hard at the sight of any woman who would take him to bed.
It was a woman's.
She didn't know if it was meant for her or the woman sidling up to him.
Rainy's Natural, a beautiful woman with mocha skin and blue eyes, leapt up from her seat.
A strange voice in his head spoke the word again, and he saw the woman with blue and silver eyes.
The woman with the blue and silver eyes came from his dream!
He saw the woman come into focus, and the man with mossy eyes released him.
He's sensitive about that shit, like a woman, Damian whispered into her mind.
If Damian knew the woman trying to crawl back into his bed had helped murder his brother, her husband… She couldn't see him over the crowd.
She swallowed hard and held out her hand to another woman in red.
A woman was screaming, another man shouting.
For the first time in his life, he felt helpless to help the small form of the woman before him.
A bloodied woman lay on the bed, unconscious and breathing shallowly.
A brunette woman worked to stabilize her, and Sofia froze in place.
The woman looked up at her, surprised.
Sofia looked down at the beautiful woman on the bed before jerry-rigging the IV over a lamp to keep it elevated.
Sofia sat down on the bed, careful to keep the blood from her gown, and touched the woman's face, bracing herself.
Sofia stood as his hot gaze fell to her, sensing he wanted no stranger near the woman.
He shot forward and gathered the woman in his arms while the second woman scrambled to grab the IVs.
The men piled into two Tahoes, and the woman led her to a small Honda.
Sofia listened as she approached Traci's bed and gazed down at the unconscious woman.
The woman was hooked to a ventilator and IVs, her battered face clean and pale.
Sofia smiled and looked at the pretty woman beside her.
He was worse than a woman PMSing.
He glared down at her, looking for some sign of the woman he'd thought she was.
Sofi pitied the beautiful woman as a stricken look crossed her features.
Sofia exchanged a look with Linda, and the chipper woman took the hint.
She guided the crying woman inside to her library and dug through the small satchel near her favorite chair.
I'll help you keep your woman in line.
She wasn't certain how he could say such a thing about the woman who gave up everything for him.
Deidre was being asked by the woman who stole her lover and her destiny for advice.
Deidre couldn't help wondering how the woman was able to ask such favors after hurting her so badly.
She wanted to make sure the woman whose gaze had gone from confident to sad ended up okay.
She'd given relationship advice to the woman who condemned her to Hell, advice meant to help snag the heart of a man she hadn't stopped loving.
She'd felt that level of desperation before and didn't wish it upon the woman meant to be with Gabriel.
Deidre had the sense the woman was surprised to see her.
Deidre flinched as the small blonde woman went down.
He alone had interviewed and recommended the young woman, who was located by one of his lady friends.
He related his tale of woe while enjoying the never-ending pleasure of seeing the woman he loved in various stages of nakedness.
I can just picture you spread-eagle over your Jeep, being frisked by some woman as all our friends drive by!
When Dean didn't respond—principally because he had no idea what this woman was talking about—she continued.
And this woman wanted him to kiss it off, to stay in a classroom?
The woman remembered the call because it took some work for her to dig up the old information.
Another woman, a very tall blond, stood a few paces back, a smile on her face, watching the old man.
Just fix us some supper instead of goggling at a naked woman and getting all tingly when we don't have time.
The woman listened patiently, or so Dean assumed by her silence.
The woman let out her breath, as if exhaling a cigarette.
However, the woman and her husband were leaving to continue a summer-long trip westward.
The woman turned away and began walking down the street, leaving Faust with a disappointed look on his face.
Dean had a feeling the woman was the tall blonde he'd seen leaving the courthouse behind Fred O'Connor.
By the time he neared the woman, she'd crossed the intersection where the water fight would be held later, and was passing the bank in the heart of town.
He turned, shocked to see the woman standing behind—and nearly above—him, a smile on her face.
The woman owned the variety store and was never without a smile and a good word.
It was a young man's—or woman's—game, although Dean doubted he'd have joined the contest, at least not willingly, even in his careless years.
There's a woman whose husband owned the land where the mine is located and she may know something helpful, Dean told her.
This was no longer the intimidating woman of the morning—instead a child day-tripping to the zoo.
A woman's pale blue flowered sweater was draped over the passenger seat.
Dean's only hope for an answer was if the woman volunteered it, but that didn't happen.
Dean thought about the pictures, especially the one of Dickinson Faust standing next to his Jeep, with the woman's sweater hanging over the seat.
Dean turned away from the frightened woman and hurriedly tied one end of the line to the back bumper of his Jeep.
His partner, a woman, lifted Dean's shirt from the body.
A woman at the last house up the road heard the crash.
Before you start following the poor woman like in a James Bond movie, maybe we should give the entire Dawkins clan a rest.
A woman identified herself as Mrs. Fryatt and asked if Martha had telephoned today, or if we'd heard from her, or from her mother, or anyone else concerning Martha.
Maybe Martha's coming back and the woman just wanted to know if we've been told!
She patted the young woman's arm.
The woman walked toward the porch with her head down.
Alex came complete with deep pockets... every woman's dream, but he was conservative when it came to spending.
Do you have any idea how good it makes a man feel to have a beautiful woman look at him that way?
Shock or maybe fear put the words in her mouth when the woman answered.
As soon as the signal to walk flashed, she put some distance between her and the crazy woman.
He'd wanted to tell her not to go to the beach with Logan, to spend the weekend with him instead of some stupid human that had no idea how to appreciate a woman like her.
The door opened to reveal Daniela, the headmistress, a severe-looking woman wearing the brown robes of the convent.
The stern woman whirled away from the door, leaving it open for him to follow.
Aside from drama, it was going to take half an eternity to straighten out the underworld without the distraction of a woman in his life.
The woman she saw in downtown Atlanta had reacted to her the same way.
Though he intended to make the night about the dying woman, he found it was as much about him.
He found a strange woman with pink hair and a blue face, sprawled on the beach, staring at the sky with a childlike fascination.
Though her hair was pink, there was no mistaking the delicate facial features, porcelain skin and large eyes of the woman who tormented him his entire life then dumped the underworld on him.
He whirled, called for a portal and left his betrayer, his former lover, the woman who had been his world, until she snatched it from him.
He heard the unquenchable life in a dying woman.
His thoughts kept straying to a certain pink-haired woman whose scent on his skin was driving him crazy.
To the lost souls, to the underworld, to a woman I want to hate, Gabe finished.
He wanted more of the woman he'd sat with yet guessed he'd kill her if he was allowed.
The door flew open before she could knock to reveal a stern woman in a monk's brown robes.
The woman said, tugging her into the convent.
The woman in brown glared at him but stalked towards the kitchen.
Like why your demons are stalking this woman?
He'd never thought he'd hear himself admit it to any woman who became his mate, especially not to her.
The woman beside him was blond, her eyes pale blue.
Enjoy your breakfast, the woman said.
Urgency filled him at the thought of finding a way to save the woman he might've killed a few days ago.
A flush spread across the woman's face, and anger glittered in her eyes.
Toby stood beside a plainly pregnant young woman with blue eyes and a tattoo across her neck that resembled the one on Deidre's back in color and otherworldly script.
While Gabriel was written at the center of the geometric designs on Deidre's shoulders, the tattoo on the woman before her bore the name Rhyn.
Deidre's gaze fell to the woman's protruding belly, and she suddenly understood.
Deidre wanted to flee and never return, but she nodded at the young woman who almost seemed normal.
She avoided looking at Gabriel, not at all certain what to think after their exchange and seeing him with another woman.
But Death on guard was something else entirely, and she wasn't going to be the second woman to revel in the heat of his arms this night.
He was gentle, the man who made love to a woman he thought was dying.
The small woman was one Gabe had known for years.
Gabriel was no closer to figuring what to do about the woman meant for him than when he was when he saw her mating tattoo at the bungalow.
Like making love to a woman, Gabriel.
Gabe tried to envision the Code as a woman, one that he could negotiate with.
He'd spent the past three nights in bed with another woman after completely destroying her whole world!
I want to hear the woman who lives by the motto of no apologies, no regrets, who told me once that her own soul searching taught her to live, doesn't want my help turning that three months into eternity.
When a woman says something like that, she's waiting for you to fill in the details.
There was no human color in the woman's pale cheeks, and her expression was emotionless, as if carved from marble.
Deidre turned to see the blonde woman standing in front of an open wardrobe.
The woman who captured his heart in a week, something you barely did after millennia!
She was beautiful, a woman of sunshine, smiles, and eyes that changed from white to black and every color in between.
Death curtseyed back, gave Gabriel a final look of warning, and followed the woman in grey to afternoon tea.
Katie ignored the glare leveled on her while the woman cooed to the little boy.
The woman and boy left while she filled out the paperwork and then set it on a counter of what looked like an abandoned reception area.
She paused near the end and turned back to see both Officer David and the woman watching her with disapproving looks and crossed arms.
Kris left, and Gabriel closed his eyes, crossing into the shadow world before emerging on the street outside the woman's apartment building.
He didn't doubt his second and his lover would move on, if Kris chose to take the woman as his mate.
Katie didn't reply, gaping at a woman in her sixties with enough diamonds to reverse world hunger.
He drew the eye of every woman in the room and silenced those around her with his presence.
A woman gave a cry, and the sound of jostling grew closer.
Andre was with him, the beautiful woman, the dark man Jade.
The woman whose death by his hand had landed him here in Hell.
He growled deep and low, glaring at the woman across the hall.
The woman across the hall held the same beguiling aura.
Rhyn retreated to the wall and sat with his back against it, staring at the healer that held the woman protectively in his arms.
The voice sounded like the sultry growl of a woman, but it had short hair and no breasts.
He couldn't protect anyone from Sasha in Hell, and he itched to taste the woman meant to be his mate.
Even as Rhyn spoke, he was disturbed by the thought of the frazzled but sweet woman across the hall from him falling to his brother.
He wanted to keep Sasha talking, to find out what it was about this woman that was so special that both Sasha and Kris wanted her.
Rhyn frowned, not sure whether he wanted the woman or not.
A small, older woman in severe grey opened the door.
The woman curtseyed deeply in response and stepped aside.
The woman motioned them to follow, her quick steps echoing across the cobblestones.
Another woman in grey emerged from a hallway.
She bobbed her head and darted off at the murmured instructions of the first woman.
They stopped at a wooden door, which the woman flung open.
Immediately, the second woman reappeared with a small basket full of medicinal wares.
You cannot be here, the first woman said, pushing Rhyn toward the door.
He resisted for a moment longer, watching the woman expertly slice Katie's shirt open.
Kiki gave him a shove, and the older woman closed the door behind them.
She turned, surprised to see the middle-aged woman in grey robes and sharp brown eyes.
Katie trailed the fit woman through the hallway, past her room, and down a second corridor.
The woman led her straight into a small cafeteria with rustic tables and benches, an open fireplace, and a sagging buffet table along one wall.
As soon as she sat, another woman in similar robes with a flushed face appeared, serving tray in hand.
The woman's gaze dropped to her neck, and Katie caught the troubled look in her eyes before she hid it.
The woman hesitated and took a slice of bread, toying with it.
The woman studied her for a long moment.
The second woman with the flushed face returned with a plate heaped with half a cooked chicken smelling of garlic and spices, rice, and fried plantains.
Katie dug in, unconcerned with the woman's silence while there was food in front of her.
They say he went mad when the woman he'd chosen as his mate chose Kris instead.
The legends don't say what happened, but after Rhyn killed the woman, he tried to kill Kris.
Rhyn turned to face the robed woman, and Katie slid away from him.
Kris never knew and never forgave him for killing the woman he meant to take as his mate.
The woman, Lilith, was pregnant with Kris's heir.
Katie couldn't help but pity the woman; it was her fault they were both there.
He didn't catch the sarcasm in her voice; his gaze was trained on a woman clad only in a towel and trailed by steam, emerging from a door along one wall.
The black-haired woman had dark Mediterranean skin and tattoos down her back and across her shoulders.
The woman turned, interest then puzzlement on her serene, chiseled features.
Katie almost smiled at his fallen face as the stern voice of the Amazonian-size woman before them.
His confidence was too strong to shake, and she suspected he knew just how damned good in bed he was and how unlikely any woman who'd had him would choose another man over him.
The maître d' looked at her skeptically, as if the woman passing in a revealing Middle Eastern belly dancing costume ahead of her was normal and jeans were not.
She froze at the cultured voice with its rich accent, knowing the woman at the nearest table spoke about her.
The beautiful woman pulled a card from her small purse and handed it to her.
Why wouldn't you just tell Kris the woman he loved was evil?
Gabriel's soft cluck of disapproval filled the air around him as Rhyn sat in the corner, watching the most vexing woman in the world --his mate --sleep.
They sat in comfortable silence, the quiet room filled only with the woman's soft snores.
Gabriel said nothing, and fury unfurled within Rhyn as his gaze went to the sleeping woman.
Rhyn didn't want to leave it be, not when his own brother had attacked his woman.
Or maybe he'd succumbed to the weird draw around the woman.
His gaze drifted again to the woman whose pale features made him feel both proud and worried.
She frowned and he breezed past her, pulling the door open before the woman on the other side could knock.
The woman he assumed was Hannah stared at him, her mouth dropping open.
He wasn't sure what he felt toward the woman, but he didn't want her to come to harm, and he didn't want her out of his sight.
Giovanni pitied Katie, and yet, Rhyn suspected he knew more about the woman than either the man before him or Hannah.
He didn't know much about the woman staring at him except that she was the strongest person he'd ever met.
She whirled to see a woman in a servant.s uniform Hannah insisted her household employees wear.
The woman was small and pale with eyes so dull, she seemed almost lifeless.
Jared turned to see the woman on the other side of the kitchen, and Katie bolted.
It.s my fault Toby was wandering around without someone watching him, but really, Kris, who assigns a woman an Immortal kid that.s not even her own and expects her to know what to do with it?
It involved a woman, Kris.s intended mate.
She didn.t hear Kris draw abreast until the man stood at her side, staring at the gorgeous woman approaching.
She.s a … charming woman, he forced himself to say.
Hannah had been a kept woman with no problems since meeting Gio, whereas Katie had always struggled to find her path.
She looked like Lilith, the woman Rhyn killed when he discovered she.d plotted with the Dark One to kill the Council.
Katie didn.t recognize the woman who greeted them and ushered them into the small fortress on an undeclared—hidden by magic—island in the Caribbean.
We have several refugees here already, the woman in the long brown robe said.
She turned to see Helga, the woman who had greeted them when they arrived.
The distinction was lost on Helga, whose look of horror made Katie pity the woman.
We haven.t been able to record everyone.s names yet, but what we have is in the guestbook in the office, down that hall, last door on the right, the woman replied, pointing to a hallway behind her.
A small woman in a brown robe rushed to remind him of the rules.
He could, however, pity the woman whose hand was cut off.
The woman had wrapped Iliana.s hand and elevated it, though the blonde's wheezing led him to believe she wouldn.t last long.
It froze, looking from him to the woman on the bed before his eyes settled on Katie.
She feared leaving the injured woman, in case Jade lurked on the other side of the hill or there were animals that might drag her away.
Katie rose, hefted Iliana beneath the shoulders, and dragged the woman over to the shade.
A small woman in convent browns entered and curtseyed.
The woman was unconscious, her severed wrist wrapped in Katie.s sweater.
My oldest brother Kisolm needs a woman.
His own mother had been far from beautiful, and his father had told him the signs he'd found the right woman were unmistakable.
Your woman's sister needs attending to.
The smaller woman was still, as if afraid to move.
She didn't see one woman under six feet tall or any man who didn't tower over six feet.
A man and a woman in their prime stood before them, and the light murmuring of the crowd hushed.
The woman appeared bright-eyed and pleasant, the warrior-husband unreadable.
There was a gentle air around the woman, and her large brown eyes lacked the rigid stoniness of her husband's.
None of your savage brothers would properly complement such a beautiful little treasure, Romas, the woman had said with gentle humor.
Quiet, woman, if you want to leave.
His incredible strength, heat, and scent calmed her fear as much as they excited the woman within her.
On her walks at Lover's Lane near Evelyn's row house, she'd often seen couples entranced by the rhythmic movement of waves stand at a railing, the man's arms wrapped around the woman in front of him, his chin on her head.
While he never believed he'd overlooked her among the throngs of women he'd met, he had heard even his sisters speak of the missing lifemate and how he had refused every woman on the planet and perhaps somehow overlooked her.
His lifemate was tiny, standing a full head shorter than the average woman and a head and shoulders shorter than him.
He expected the news and turned away from the wall displaying his woman to the wall displaying his battle plans.
His woman hurried forward to the hall but stopped in front of him, her intelligent eyes flashing with anger.
Warriors were known for their patience and control, but he sensed this woman would test both.
The door cracked open, and his woman shielded her eyes against the sudden sunlight.
Something his woman said took her interest; her gaze grew sharper, and she moved closer to nishani.
His woman was speaking too quickly for the translator to keep up.
He knelt and brushed his woman's hair from her face.
His woman awoke but was instantly stricken with a look of bewilderment.
It was the first girl she met, the tall woman with a long face named Talal.
There was too much wrong with the woman's words, but she dumped her confusion and wounded feelings to ask, "Where has he gone?"
He looked at the younger woman hard, and Talal apologized quietly.
If that were the best Ne'Rin could say of the difficult woman … She should have settled by this point, adopted her role and been properly behaved.
Kiera could be the most stubborn and frustrating woman Evelyn had ever met, and she'd sworn off any man, let alone an alien.
Kiera will never be the woman you warriors want.
I believe Gage is in love with me, a simple emotion for a woman, Ne'Rin said.
It wasn't Ne'Rin that greeted him for his daily briefing but the woman herself.
No woman had given birth in many sun-cycles, because the planet's spirit was severed without the dhjan and the nishani.
He was torn between wanting to confront Ne'Rin and demand he make his sister an honorable woman and laughing out loud to know that he had chosen a nishani capable of healing his planet, his people.
If she were unfamiliar with the accepted societal behaviors of a woman on his planet, he couldn't expect her to be any more familiar with the machine.
I assume it's not a woman's place at the Council.
She doubted anything would alarm this man if tricking a woman into wedding him and discovering the news of his sisters' impending children did not.
If she proved to be as he suspected she was, she might find herself the first woman in his society given the official position of strategy battle planner, a position traditionally held by the dhjan alone.
He had waited for the signs his father warned him against, intending to take on whatever woman that brought him.
If she were any woman from his planet, he would never have hesitated to take her to his bed, as he should.