When we wake, it’s officially Christmas Eve.” “Good. Because I have something special to give you.” She turned over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. “Thought you just did.” He chuckled, a deep and...
We even commissioned a smaller pair of these statues for the baggage claim area in the regular lobby. Gives all those Normal conspiracy nuts something to talk about besides the Blue Mustang. They thin...
(n.) A spout projecting from the roof gutter of a building, often carved grotesquely.
Nothing would keep him from loving her. She was everything he wanted. She was his.
Better undead than dead.
She woke to Terak's claws raking through her hair and her body deliciously sore, well-used in the best sense.
He was gargoyle. Tonight, his mate would learn exactly what that meant.
I will claim her, and I will protect her, and any who become her enemy? I will destroy.
You may be some fearsome creature, but I'm her daddy. You hurt her, there aren't enough stone walls to keep me away from you and prevent me from mounting your head on a pike. You think you're a mean s...
Gargoyles sat on the battlements- lean they were and the same hideous damp grey as the stone. They looked at her with hollow eyes and rattled their silver chains. They had wings of bats or wings or bi...
Belief is both a marvelous and a terrible thing. Belief makes things real.
She took a deep breath and peered up from under her long, dark lashes. He sucked air in. Damn, that look could undo any man – or wolf, or alien for that matter. “Something to eat?” “No, Cameron.” She...
Cameron’s mind registered what the rest of him already knew. He was insane about this woman, and he’d do anything to be with her, anything to protect her. She’d become his world. How it had happened,...
It was time to take what he wanted. And what he wanted was her.
Your life is very different from mine. For one, you can transform into a wolf.” “I can,” she agreed. “And you live with a vampire and gargoyle. That’s not the typical human way, is it?
The truth echoed in her head. On the same day she met him, he had tried to kill her. Her mate.
This is the truth: we all desire to conquer the comely one, because it affirms our own worth. Speaking for the men of the world, we want to own the beauty of the woman we're fucking. We want to grasp...
Not that I can think of. In fact, I have never met anyone who didn’t like gargoyles.
