That's just not right," Sam muttered. "Claude needs to keep his pants on.
And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.
Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.
This must be the legendary Yankee rudeness
She killed Lorena in a fight?" Eric's grin grew even broader. He was as proud as if he'd heard his firstborn reciting Shakespeare.
It was somehow degrading, craving someone so... voraciously - another good calendar word - just because he was physically beautiful. I hadn't thought that was something women did, either.