Hugh should’ve brought a banner with I AM BAD stitched on it in gold.
Hugh reached out with his magic. The dog was a mess, torn and bitten, but a faint, barely-there heartbeat shivered in his chest. Hugh concentrated. This would be complicated. He knitted the organs tog...
How much did you hear?Everything that mattered.He nodded, his face unreadable. It is what it is. All cards are on the table.Not quite. I sat up.Oh?The real Rogan hasn't asked me.He frowned.I want the...
How much are you lifting?Seven hundred.Alrighty then. I will just stand over here, out of your way, and hope you don’t remember my promise to kick your ass.He grinned. Wanna spot me?No thanks. How abo...
How much are you lifting?Seven hundred.Alrighty then. I will just stand over here, out of your way, and hope you don't remember to kick my ass.He grinned. Wanna spot me?No thanks. How about I just scr...
How is it going with your boyfriend?;););) - text from Grandma Frida
How did the hearing go? she asked.We won, sort of, Kaldar said. We die at dawn.The court gave the Sheeriles twenty-four hours, William corrected.Yes, but ‘we die at dawn the day after tomorrow’ doesn’...
History had a way of rolling over the best-laid plans like a runaway bulldozer.
His Majesty needs a can-I girl anyway. And I'm not it.A can-I girl? Andrea frowned. I leaned back. 'Can I fetch your food, Your Majesty? Can I tell you how strong and mighty you are, Your Majesty? Can...
He’s my fiancé, I told her. We are living in sin. Heather blinked, momentarily knocked off her stride, but recovered. Oh, that’s nice. It’s very nice. I highly recommend it.
He’s my fiancé, I told her. We are living in sin.
He’s come to learn that life is a bitter bitch. She is inherently unfair.
He’d left for a reason, and I didn’t want to be anyone’s blast from the past. Still, not knowing was worse than any potential awkwardness.
He’d have to stalk her, he decided. Carefully and patiently.
He would soak in that silver glow until it shone from his eyes and sing a long song about hunting and running through the dark wood in the middle of the night.
He was looking at me with a kind of need that somehow managed to be raw and tender at the same time. He took my breath away.We looked at each other, a little awkward.Finally I raised my hand. Hi.Hi, h...
He was dangerous. And difficult. And he was all mine.Sometimes in the morning, when he worked in the gym one floor below, I’d stand by the gym’s glass wall for a few minutes before I came in to spar....
He surveyed me, his eyes half closed, as if wondering if I were a delicious snack. I had an image of a massive dragon circling me slowly, eyes full of magic fixed on me as he moved, considering if he...
He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me?
He snarled. I showed him my teeth.A rolled-up newspaper landed on my head and then on Jim’s. None of that in myhouse!Oh my gods. The alpha of Clan Cat just got smacked with a rolled-up newspaper.