You should go," I breathed. "You should definitely go." "Go here?" His mouth was on my shoulder. "Or here?" It moved up my neck.
Becca FitzpatrickI looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or Angel Magic
Becca FitzpatrickPatch wasn't the kind of guy mothers smiled on. He was the kind of guy they changed the house locks for.
Becca Fitzpatrick