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.

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

You will be my downfall, Riley Blackthorne.

reading is the soul's salvation

Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.

Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?

My name is Mortimer Alexander and I am a licensed summoner." "Darn. I'd hoped you were the pizza delivery guy.