Take your hands off her, Sinclair told the guy behind me, Or they'll write books about what I'll do to you.
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...
She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.
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....
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.
It's a long story. Prepared to be regaled.
It's Privacy, Please, for the Penguins.
I stared harder. Come on, vampire mojo. Do your thing. Don't. Kill. Yourself. Why. Are you. Talking. Like this?
I hated driving, so found this impressive. It’s soooo boring. And just when you get going, some asshat Statie pulls you over. Like there aren’t any murders and rapes going on, so they can nap under br...
I can't believe we're bribing our future queen with designer shoes.
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'.
For whatever reason, AT&T works in Hell. I can’t think about it very long or I’ll get really, really scared of AT&T. By
Crying's okay while it lasts, but you can only do it for so long. And it's weird to do it when you apparently can't make tears anymore (did this mean I wouldn't pee or sweat, either?). Anyway, eventua...
A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.
You just never knew when a totally normal vampire errand would end in a bloodbath with severed-limb soap.
But that is not my scene and I'm outta here.His hand shot out and grabbed me above the elbow. Indeed, but you'll accompany me, I think. The stone face cracked and he almost smiled. I insist on the ple...
Why don't you mind your own fucking business? I snapped. If I want to take my sister to my place of business, that's my own damned business and not any of your business. Was I overusing the word busin...
It was scary how much she sounded like me sometimes. Maybe that's why she totally got on my nerves
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!