Denise clung to the feel of his hands as she pushed at her panic. It's okay. You're safe...and this has got to be the ugliest couch ever.

...I'd have cheerfully thrown Her Majesty and her hundred pounds of baggage to the curb, but that wasn't mature. ~Cat on Annette

Since this was a formal undead gathering, there would be food—all kinds—drinks, dancing, and festivities, while those in power pondered whether or not to slaughter half the people around them. In other words, like a high-school prom.

every move of his body sent ripples along those lean muscles. his flawless crystal skin practically dared people to see ifit felt as good as it loked - which it did.

Odd that I couldn’t catch any of your dream,” Bones went on. “Normally your dreams are like background music to me.

Does no one think to warn people before they meet me?" Vlad muttered, shooting an irritable look at Mencheres.

That face. That body. And you know he’s packing. Look at the angle on that dangle.