Have I cheated death again? Hades must be allergic to me.
The door opens, and I turn my head, my heart thudding at the sight of Griffin. Tall, broad, muscular but sleek, he stalks into the room like a predator, his gait balanced and sure, his glittering, gra...
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Griffin asked me to take a chance. On him. On trust. On love. I did, and look where it got me. That my misery is my own damn fault doesn’t escape me. It just makes i...
His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.
I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.
His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, "You're living fire. I burn.
Hades, Hera, and Hestia!" Flynn curses, pointing up."What in the Underworld is that?""A She-Dragon." Everyone turns to me, and as much as I love having four handsome men gape at me in stupefaction, ri...
Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. "There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.
Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.
I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn't even touched.
I roll my eyes. "Oh, the woe of being adored."Beta Sinta grins. "It's a hard life.
He’s barely finished himself inside me when my release hits. My thighs tense. The breath stalls in my lungs, and then I kick back my head and let out the loudest, throatiest, and most breathless moan...
I don’t know why it’s not universally acknowledged that looking back is a terrible idea. It only makes going forward that much harder.
Don’t you get it Cat? You’re the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you.
I dread this power he has over me. It makes me want to tell him all my secrets and see if he still wants me.
The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist.Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.
It’s just you always…” “Run,” I finish for him… I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features – the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. “I’ll st...
I turn back to Griffin. His expression is stony and unreadable, although if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say it was tending toward ominous.
We were friends before.” Sort of. We never tried to kill each other.
You’re the shield, and I’m the sword.
