She could have sworn the high-end Viking stove was glaring at her. The animosity was mutual.
Good call. A second drag and your next stop's the wastepaper basket - and not to toss your kleenex, true.
Comfortable giving anybody… things that were all about what he had done in the shower and in his bed alone during the day… was not getting airtime here. Besides, his mind and his heart weren’t interes...
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
As well as Assail and his two cousins, Fang I and II.
You would have made a fine warrior, you know that?I am one. Death is my enemy.Yeah, it is, isn't it. God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. Your scalpel's your...
You know what you just proved? What? That even real males need airsick bags sometimes? No. She kissed him again. That somebody can say ‘I love you’ without speaking.
You heard me. Come back to the woods. Layla began to pant, a combination of terror and sadness choking her. How can you be so cruel. I cannot see him dead— Then you better get the fuck out here and fe...
You are so beautiful, he said softly. Only because you make me that way. Oh, you’re so wrong about that.-Rehv & Ehlena
You are so beautiful, he mouthed. But of course she couldn’t see his lips. Guess he was going to have to show her.
When were you going to tell me?He demanded. Tell you what? That you can be a real asshole? How about right now.
What the—Have you been crying? Tohrment demanded. Are you all right? Dear God, is it the baby? Tohr, relax. I'm a female, I cry at matings. It's in the job description. There was the sound of a kiss....
What are you going to do? He stared at her for a long moment. Maybe I’m finally going to be an angel tonight.
There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go.
The cabin was warm, thanks to her, a little trick of molecular agitation of the air that was enhanced by her being pissed off. The heat she generated was not cheery like that from a fire however—more...
That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.
Spending time with you is like watching paint dry. Lassiter’s voice echoed up to the stalactites hanging from the Tomb’s high ceiling. Except without the home improvement—which is a tragedy, given how...
Sometimes the fact that you were forced to be strong
Sometimes strength rested not in resistance, but in the release of arms against a foe of one’s own creation.
So you’re really going to do this? Tohrment asked him. Darius glanced across the shallow table. The other vampire’s eyes met his own. Yeah. I am.Tohrment nursed his Scotch and smiled grimly. Only the...