William untucked the covers and stood, making a mental list of everything he'd need for the coming trip. A few blades, serrated and non serrated. A vial of acid. A bone saw. A spiked paddle. A cat-o'-nine-tails. And a bag of Gummy Bears.

How do we thank an angel? Somehow I don’t think a fruit basket will do the trick." ~ Amun

Devyn: “But what can I say? I'm irresistible.” Bride: "No, you're a ho, but the good news is I’m ok with that!

Sighing, she shut the book with a snap. “All right. You need to vent, so I’ll listen to you vent. But do it quickly, because Rydstorm was about to plunder Sabine with his thick, hard—

He would have been handsome—in a serial-killer kind of way—if not for those tattoos.

I looked around, counting the competition. Sixteen. To win, all I had to do was incapacitate each one, place my hand over their hearts and turn my palm into a flame. Easy. Yeah right.

Lord Kane beat me up,” one said with a grin. There was blood on his teeth. “Did you see?” “Best. Night. Ever.