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My name is Clark, and I have come out to see what you brave fellows are doing in Kentucky and to lend you a helping hand, if necessary.
KEVIN: And now a word from our sponsors. Lauren?
LAUREN: Thank, Kev. Can I call you Kev?
KEVIN: Haha. No Lauren, by no means.
Kinsey was six foot five, and he had this leader of men quality.
On the Jellicoe road
Kinkiness comes from low energy. It's the substitution of lechery for lust.
The elder Miss Larkin
My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.
You the Dark-Hunter?"
Kyrian arched a brow. "You the flunky?"
"I don't like your tone."
"And I dont't like you. Now that we've dispensed with the introductions and have declared our mutual distaste for one another, why don't you take me to the one who holds your leash?
Markham," I tell him. "Ky Markham." Because that's the name she knows me by. That's my real name now.
In my wildest imagination, I never thought that the fifth of six children born to Helen and Buddy Watts - in a poor black neighborhood, in the poor rural community of Eufaula, Oklahoma - would someday be called Congressman.
Kiernan reaches to pull out my chair, but I beat him to it and then nudge the chair across from me out about six inches with my foot.
He pulls it out the rest of the way and says, "Thank you, dearest," in a droll tone before retreating behind the menu.
McKinty is an exciting new talent.
This Byrd wants a Wren.
Bring on the kinky sex!
Ken was Mary's new boyfriend, a nice guy who made all their friends comments, "Oh, there he is. That's what she's been waiting for," as if finding your perfect match was a guarantee as long as you were patient enough.
Not Duncan, but Da's down there
Someone has a woman in your condo?" "My brother," he groaned. "Which one?" "Taylor.
Just a few questions for you, Mr. Dunne. Or Kenny. Can I call you Kenny? I feel we've become friends in these past few seconds. Can I call you Kenny?
Kinkade's paintings are worthless schmaltz, and the lamestream media that love him are wrong. However, I'd love to see a museum mount a small show of Kinkade's work. I would like the art world and the wider world to argue about him in public, out in the open.
Close your mouth and get out of the way, because here comes Kelly Link, than whom no one is better.
Mo leannan. You are sweeter than honey to a black-hearted knight." - Colin
Miss Andrews is really nice
I choose you, James Thomas Kellan MacCrae,to be my king and coruler.
Casey Lomonaco, KPA CTP, May/June 2010
Charlotte, N.C., 273 Chastity belt, 55 Chaucer, Geoffrey,
This is Kester Baleen and Ajex Cristo,' Jared introduced. 'One born without common sense and another with too much intelligence.'
'Yeah, and what about you Dernell?' Kester retorted back. 'Born with a dry sense of humour.
The best kind of kinky sex is to have kinky sex with your wife or husband, the person you love.
Hallward. Had he gone to his aunt's, he would have
Ketch all alone with a black crew from Malaita. And Romance lured and beckoned before Joan's eyes when she learned he was Christian Young, a Norfolk Islander, but a direct descendant of John Young, one of the original Bounty mutineers. The blended Tahitian and English blood showed in his soft
Kiernan. I had a sudden memory of the small, scuffed-up shoe I'd seen just before I fell. He must have snatched the bracelet when the crowd gathered around me. If I managed to get out, I resolved to give him every last penny I had and cover his little face with kisses.
Chamfron. Crimson silk draped his hindquarters,
Stuart Davises he
Lady Kimbuck gave tongue. She was Lord Evenwood's sister. She spent a very happy widowhood interfering in the affairs of the various branches of her family.
does my Anerew's hert guid to hae a crack wi' ane 'at kens something o' what the Maister wad be at. Mony ane 'll ca' him Lord, but feow 'ill tak the trible to ken what he wad hae o' them.
Philo Vance / Needs a kick in the pance.
Ladies & Gentelman, the man who tought William Kennedy Smith everything he knows about dating, Sweet Stan Lane!
Knavery is the best defense against a knave.
I owe my discovery of the Hot Club of Cowtown to Kinky Friedman, leader of the Texas Jewboys. When I saw that Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys were headlining the 2003 Santa Clarita Cowboy Poetry and Music Festival, I thought it my duty to check out the band that had inspired the Texas Jewboys.
Say 'Kenmore Square'," I insist. "Kenmaw Sqway-ah." "Say 'Nothing could be finer than to be in Carolina.'" "Nothing could be finah than to be in Caroliner.'" "You're doing that on purpose." "I'm not. I sway-ah.
That Reyes Farrow boy.
Chapter 11 Bobby Bell
Sometimes I think I'm kinky because I fantasize about slapping you. And then I realize I really just want to slap you.
The catheter has a kink," he said. Romy
Across town, Kermit Guillardo returned to Hoa
Karina and Tho-orn, sitting in a tree-ee. Kay-eye-ess-ess-eye-en-gee.
Grayson Dunn is in my head. He's under my skin. He's invaded me like a deadly disease and hijacked my immune system until I don't even bother fighting it anymore. I look at him, and I'm twisted into knots. Tangled into a messy spool of desire and desperation.
Uncle Monty tell
The knack is art.
Only. Ever. You. Jaxon Trent.
Mornin', Mrs. Kyle.
Nothing on Krynn is more dangerous than a bored kender.
That's it! You're Collin McCann," Wilkins said.
Collin grinned. Ah ... fans. He never got tired of meeting them. "Guilty as charged
Damn you, Terry Glenman! Why did you have to be so charming? Why did you have to make me fall in love? So you could risk your neck and I could die slow watching you?"
-Kelly Armstrong
KATH: (Katherine) BRENT, daughter of Ed: Brent, dee'd., 300 acs. Northumberland Co., N.E. upon Quiough 421 Riv., S.E. upon land of Capt. Giles Brent. 9 Dec. 1662, p. 79, (554). (Capt. Gyles Brent, 4 May 1653, assigned to sd. Edm: Brent & by him given by will to sd. Kath.)
Henry Dalton, Marquess of Cavendish,
Harold Brodie is a louse and a lothario who cheats at cards and has a different girl in his rumble seat every week. That coupe of his is pos-i-tute-ly a petting palace. And he's a terrible kisser to boot."
Evie's parents stared in stunned silence.
"Or so I've heard.
Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunty and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry ...
Niki Behrikis Shanahan
I'm the guy who happened to be home the night Kat came to steal a Monet.- Hale
Kiera was a scar across my heart that would never fully heal, no matter how many random encounters I placed across it. My poor imitations of her were only ripping open the wound again and again. Good or bad, she was forever a part of me. Kellan Kyle
Kinsey was never a lawyer. She's strictly blue collar.
The word was out that Royal Barnes was huntin' Kilkenny," somebody commented. "He was kin to the Webers, you know. Half-brother, I think.
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Then there was Micah Jenkins, the Captain of Troop K, a gentle and courteous South Carolinian, on whom danger acted like wine. In action he was a perfect gamecock.
Henry York, aka Whimpering Child, aka WC (hair sample included), is hereby identified as Enemy, Hazard, and Human Mishap to all faeren in all districts, in all ways, and in all worlds.
He's dead Duncan, killed himself when I was 13. In all those years he forgot something vital. He taught me when he was learning for himself. I know how to inflict pain; the scary thing is it doesn't bother me, a trait I'm sure I inherited from him. Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt
Blasted doorknob of a kender
Hey, I'm an art lover," protested Ramirez. "I love Thomas Kinkade. Painter of Light, you know what I'm sayin'?"
Beverly's smile froze. "Yes, quite.
Clay Blaisdell Western
Kenny, when's the last time you had a physical," Roddy asks.
"What're you...the designated driver of my life?"
"Mad Dog House
Kelsey laughed and the sound moved through him, made the hairs on his arms stand up, made his
heart beat faster
Hello, Miss Mackay. It's been a while, hasn't it? But then, a man never knows quite when he'll run into you, eh, Kiernan?
The neck in front of her came up. The head swivelled 180 degrees and the horse looked at Kin with bright insectile eyes.
'YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND,' it said inside Kin's head.
'Hell!'
'THOSE ARE NOT MEANINGFUL CO-ORDINATES.
Pemberley Woods with some perturbation;
If I was a bird, Kline Brooks could go fuck himself.
Kiernan doesn't answer. He just turns toward the door and walks out, limping. He bangs both the cabin door and the porch door on his way out. Pretty sad for someone who seems to think he's being the adult here.
Basically Ken is a very gentle, home-loving person. I remember when one of his stick insects had a knee infection. He stayed up all night rubbing it with germoline and banging its head on the table.
Lynne looked as if she were really having fun, Elizabeth realized. With a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eye, Lynne Henry was actually almost pretty!
Bubba the Sheep Squeezer in
My kinky, foul-mouthed romantic gentleman lover.
It begins and ends with Mackenzie.
Knavery is ever suspicious of knavery.
Got the itch? - Jared
The high was over. Kat jerked back, two thoughts pounding her mind, screaming, I kissed Hale. But i was the second thought made her panic: Hale didn't kiss me back. Sorry. I ...
Kiril. His name was but a whisper upon the wind, a sigh upon her lips.
Her gaze silently begged him while her hands continued their magic upon his aching cock. As if he could deny her
or himself
the pleasure that awaited.
Harold?' 'Poor man, I suppose
The reason the art world doesn't respond to Kinkade is because none - not one - of his ideas about subject-matter, surface, color, composition, touch, scale, form, or skill is remotely original. They're all cliche and already told.
My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Mornin'" - Kellan Kyle
You better not tup our sister! Or you'll be having us to deal with, Braden MacAllister! (Duncan)
Could I please just deal with one threat of death at a time? (Braden)
Please, Kenzie, come back.
Farewell to Kentucky and our agreeable vices. We go to bed early, but because of whiskey seldom with a clear head. We are fond of string beans and thin slices of salty ham. When I left home my brother said: It will be wonderful if you make a success of life, then you can follow the races. Farewell
Katherine the Midwife
Holy Hottie-McHotters!
Shayla McKinnon, this mark proves what I already suspected. You are my mate. You are destined to walk beside me, rule with me, share my blood and, through that, my immortality.
California Congressman
If all else fails, birdie the last.
Kellan Walsh... who the hell are you?
Tell him what? Kat's a raging nymphomaniac. (Kytara)
Tara! (Kat)
Oh, all right. She's so bland she makes plain toast look spicy. (Kytara)