My ego doesn't need soothing. I don't want him soothing anything of mine, including you.

Shave that jaw, brush that hair, tone down the crazy in the eyes, and he would have to fight women off with that crossbow.

Black hair, angelic face, and devil eyes.

The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.

What would I do without the moral compass of a teenage werewolf.

Yep.” Eloquence ’R’ Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.

You’re touching me,” I chided him. He caressed my back, sliding his hand down, hitting every sensitive point I hadn’t even known I had. “No, this is touching you. That was just accidental contact.” “Oh? Good to know. If you touch me again and I break your arm off, you can be sure it will be completely accidental.