I mean . . . who was it that said if the door is locked, find a window. If the windows locked, well . . . break it. If it won't break then find a freaking sledgehammer and make a new one.

That’s the tricky thing about love. It walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and smells like a duck. But after you sleep with it a month or so, or get dumped at the altar by it, it starts smelling more like a skunk.

Burnett fidgeted. She had never seen Burnett like this. He looked like a kid who needed to go to the bathroom.

I don’t know what to tell you, Perry. Life’s hard. Love’s harder

Derek's the nicest guy I know. He would never...you know." "He better not...you know!" Hayden bit out.

Couldn't I just be a bit loony instead of gifted?

Taking a deep breath that smelled of rain, she was poised to move when a hand clasped her elbow. Memories of another hand grabbing her sent panic shooting through her veins. She swung around. "Whoa. You okay?" Lucas lightened his clasp around her arm. Kylie caught her breath and stared up at the werewolf's blue eyes. "Yeah. You just...surprised me. You need to whistle when you come up on me.