What are the rules," The cop said. "There are none." Vishous spread his stance and braced himself. "Do whatever you want...but you have to break me. You've got to tear me apart.

Blay said yet again, that old, familiar voice cutting through all of those years of rejection and judgment, giving him not just a rope of acceptance to hang on to, but a flesh-and-blood hand to lead him out of the darkness of his past... And into a future that didn't require lies or excuses, because what he was, and what they were, was both extraordinary-and not hing out of the ordinary. Love, after all, was universal.

She was seriously staring. Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.

And as he held his first true lover against him, feeling that familiar difference in their heights and smelling that wonderful cologne, part of him wanted to debate this break up until they both gave in and kept trying. But that wasn’t fair.

Man, it was a good thing vampires didn't get cancer. Lately he'd been chain-smoking like a felon.

Qhuinn wanted to scream... Yes he has!!!

Phury nodded. "And if she lives with us, we get to keep the cat.