Ya hafta be there for Beck. He only has you." Riley sighed. "I'll get the car.

Here I am with a seriously hunky guy and I'm covered in demon pee. Why does the universe hate me?

The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well. That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.

Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?" Beck wasn't asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words. "Yes," she began. "I'd be proud to.

What was the point of a sacrifice if it wasn't meant for the ones you loved?

Adults always acted like they could fix everything. But they can't. And they know it.

You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye."" Three?" "Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.