When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy

But Tudor mansions on manicured grounds didn't look right with their grand front doors wide open to the night. It was like a debutante flashing her bra thanks to a wardrobe malfunction.

You never realized how thick your fog was until it lifted.

Yo, cop. We're heading for Screamer's. You wanna come?" Butch looked up at the doorway. Vishous was in the hall with Rhage and Phury behind him. The vampires had expectant looks on their faces, like they honestly wanted to hang with him. Butch found himself grinning like the new kid who didn't have to sit alone at lunch after all.

You've got nothing to worry about. The righteous do not always right, but their souls remain pure. -Lassiter the Angel

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward

He didn’t even know what it was, Vishous.” “The tux?” V lit a hand-rolled. “Of course he didn’t. He’s a real male.