He wasn't that good looking, he had the social skills of a wet cat and the patience of a caffeinated hummingbird
Aw, fudge,' floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. 'You're a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?'I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted ger...
My lord...I can explain-, Louis-Cesare began, looking less than certain that he could do anything of the kind.Radu held up a hand. I am sure there is a perfectly good reason why my niece is naked and...
Because the next moment, when I was hauled out from under the bed and up to a pair of so-familiar green eyes, I just hung there limply. And stared. At a face that was hard to look at. Not that it was...