What do you think? she asked in his voice. We should totally remember this for Halloween, right?
Well, hello, beautiful … You are a sight for sore eyes.
Weight carried, whether it was physically, mentally, or emotionally, slowed you down.
United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.
Uh-huh, right. Let me count all the ways you and I aren't going there.
They had no more depth than their Facebook posts. Than their relentless egoism. Than their soulless frivolities.
The waitress looked a little awkward. Is all that for both you and your sister?
The look in Manny´s eye was the ocular equivalent of a middle finger...
The door opened a crack, and then Lassiter, in his game gear, stepped inside the room. As he held something out, Mary couldn’t see what it was—Wait a minute, was that a Snickers bar?What are you doing...
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...
The Chosen Layla was what had changed everything for him, recasting the Brotherhood from target to tolerable, from enemy to co-existable tenant in the world. In
That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line.
That Zsadist guy . . . you had to wonder when he was going to lose it. And what he was going to take out with him when he did.
Sounds like you want a date, Lash, Qhuinn barked. Good deal, 'cause you keep that shit up, you're going to get fucked, buddy.
Sometimes, nothing made you feel older and more worn out than the happiness of others.
Sometimes the only thing that got you through hell was that you were in too deep to pull out.-Ehlena's thoughts
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...
So what do you say. And this is not about sex. Good. Because I’m walking with a cane and I feel about as sexy as a toaster oven. Okay, quick side note on that. Toaster ovens are hot. I mean, that’s th...
Sitting at the kitchen table, Assail could only stare at his cousins. The pair of contract killers, drug dealers, and enforcers had not only washed up before the meal, they were now easing back in the...
She started to giggle. And she let the girly sound go because, fuck it, she had just made a male nearly twice her size tap the fuck out.