It was good to be where you belong... And best to do the things you can live with. Even if it killed you in the short run.
It was a very big it. A very…erect it, straining the front of his pants.
In the silence, she felt the past and the present shift and mix, but that was a mirage. There was no way to comfort the lost boy he'd been back then. But she had the grown male.She had him right in he...
In the silence that followed, violent anger hit Blay from out ofnowhere.Now his hands shook for a different reason.So, Saxton said hoarsely. How was your night?What the hell happened down there?Saxton...
In quick succession, Qhuinn reviewed his answers: No, of course not, the knife was acting of its own volition. I was actually trying to stop it...No, I only meant to give him a shave...No, I didn't re...
If deaths came in threes . . . he thought numbly. Who was going to be the third one?
I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.
I think not all things have to be spoken to be understood.
I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me.
I love you, he said again as he began to shake. God, I love you…. —
I fell in love with one. And he fell in love with me. And then I died and his mother brought me back to life—it’s great to have demigods as in-laws.
Holy hell, the Grim Reaper was no makeup artist; that was for sure. Even Goths had better complexions. Hey, don’t be harshing on my peeps, Adrian cut in. I’d do one of us way before some SoCal bimbo w...
High above, the rafters were made of old wood, and sturdy as the mountain the house had been built on, and across the way, sixteen coffins were stacked one upon the next, as if they were nothing but m...
He looked her face over, loving the strong features and the short hair and the piercing forest green eyes. I never would have asked you, you know…to blow everything you have here away for me. That’s o...
Glancing over his shoulder, he was prepared for he knew not what. But something was in the room with him…and it was not of this world.
From across the dark bedroom, Lassiter stood in the corner next to the highboy, feeling like crap while Tohr whispered to the dress.Scrubbing his face, he wondered why … why in the hell, of all the wa...
For shit’s sake, it wasn’t like there was a twelve-step for being the Scribe Virgin’s kid:Hi, I’m Vishous. I’m her son and I’ve been her son for three hundred years.HI, VISHOUS.She’s done a head job o...
Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then.
Do you still want to be friends with me? Even though I’m gay.
Dedicated to : You.Man, you had me at Hard-ass, you really did. But then there was your Here's looking at you, kid... Mad love to you.