I was planning on starting a new file on my computer with the title "Phrases That Sound One Way to Witches but Mean Something Else to Vampires.

Are you smelling me?” After yesterday I suspected that my body was giving him all kinds of information I didn't want him to have. “Don't tempt me,” he murmured.

Wordlessly I looked back at him, astonished that a kiss on the palm could be so intimate.

She was like a camera that had been chronically out of focus until someone came by and twisted the lenses into alignment.

In this room we understand why this war might be fought...it's about our common belief that no one has the right to tell two creatures that they cannot love each other--no matter what their species.

We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book.

Be still,” he said, voice harsh. “I might not be able to control myself if you step away.