The mouth of a passionate lover... or a woman who would bite when she was angry.
Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.
Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—Put that thing down, I said impatiently. I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a da...
Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.
I zoomed in on the shoe department like a blonde homing pigeon. Shoes, shoes everywhere! Ah, sweet shoes. I truly think you can take the measure of a civilization by looking at its footwear.
I stared harder. Come on, vampire mojo. Do your thing. Don't. Kill. Yourself. Why. Are you. Talking. Like this?
Hi, the werewolf said. He was dark-haired and broad, with gold eyes, big hands, and a feral scruffiness that Cole felt and instantly responded to. He had the weird urge to kill a cow and present it to...
He snarled at me. This isn't over yet, Betsy.Excellent, I said. I would also have accepted 'You haven't seen the last of me' and 'You'll regret this'.
A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.
WHEN I finally slowed and looked around, I saw with amazement I’d trotted sixteen blocks in about three minutes. Summer Olympics, here I come. Assuming they held the races at night.
Touch my things again, whether I'm dead or not, and I'll kick your ass up into your shoulder blades.
Sinclair doesn't love your sister. Not yet. I said darkly. Give him time.Look, I'm sure he's interested in her—Wait till you see her. Just wait.Like he doesn't have pussy thrown at him from cars?What...
Quit doing your game show host schtick, Marc, I ordered. You're confusing the vampires. They're not big TV watchers.Certainly not daytime television, Sinclair sniffed.
Okay. And you'll, uh, make sure he doesn't hurt anybody when he's, you know, nutty and out of his mind with blood lust? For the next ten years?Liam winced (well, he blinked), but Sophie soldiered on....
Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I can't have a life.
I've always assumed he'd be around to be, you know, yelled at and taken for granted. And of course I was wrong. Nobody's going to put up with that forever.
I slipped one of the shoes off, looked at the inside. Property of Antonia O'Neill Taylor. I knew it. My stepmother! The bitch meant to bury me wearing her cast off shoes!
I mean, not that I killed her just to get the car, or anything.
Darling, I have a penis. Ergo I have no preferences.
You just never knew when a totally normal vampire errand would end in a bloodbath with severed-limb soap.