Other pirates leaped over the railing. One, two... seven... thirteen. A baker’s dozen. Wait, fifteen. Eighteen... Twenty-one. The odds weren’t in our favor. “Maybe they just came over to borrow a cup of sugar,” I said. Andrea barked a short laugh. Curran put his hand on my shoulder. “That’s a lot of sugar. Must be a big cake.

On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

Bad days, good days, ‘I’ll cut you if you look at me the wrong way’ days. I’ll take them all.

Long strands of drool stretched from between his fangs and dripped on the pavement, sending a heady scent of jasmine to swirl through the air. Perfumed monster spit. What was the world coming to?

Your date appears to be hysterical," Rene told me. "You think I should slap some man into him?