There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.

Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.

Alexia,” she hissed to her friend, “there are knees positively everywhere. What do I do?

There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.

The vampire's eyes were open, and he was staring at her intently. It was as though he were trying to speak to her with simply the power of a glare. Alexia did not speak glare-ish.

How ghastly for her, people actually thinking, with their brains, and right next door. Oh, the travesty of it all.

The voice was low and tinged with a hint of Scotland. It would have caused Alexia to shiver and think primal monkey thoughts about moons and running far and fast, if she'd had a soul. Instead it caused her to sigh in exasperation and sit up.