Phury nodded. And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.
Go 'head. Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come a...
With painstaking rumination, the tips of his fingers grazed over my neck, a deafening silence. I didn't move as his hand paused at the base of my throat. He listened to the arrhythmic beating of my he...
You’re just too mean to find a grave and lie down-Tohr to Wrath.
I can smell the sex coming off you right now. I could take you down on this sidewalk and be up that skirt of yours in a heartbeat. And you wouldn't fight me, would you?Now, we can be civilized and wai...
God, he even knew their names. Rhage. Phury. And that scary-ass Zsadist guy.Yeah, no Tom, Dick, and Harry names for the vampire types.But come on, could you actually imagine some lethal bloodsucker na...
Maybe I could do it.Darius shot him a dry look. You want to try to get back into your house after the fact? Wellsie will stake you through the heart and leave you for the sun, my friend.Tohrment wince...
Please, if you would, the butler said, no throwing the linens. Peaches, anyone? -Fritz
She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue.But no, she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth.
Perfect date material, she thought. A vampire with the social equivalent of road rage.---Beth about Wrath
The guy stroked his goatee. What do you call twenty guys watching the World Series? The New York Yankees, Butch replied. The vampire laughed in a loud burst, whipped the baseball cap off his head, and...
That is one fine female, true? V said.There was a low, affirmative grumble.And someone you do not want to mess with, the brother continued. Man, you should have seen her when we came into that barn. S...
The warrior (Zsadist) rolled his black eyes. Come on, man. What does it matter to me? You, Tohr. Britney Spears.
Yes, she whispered.