Bath toys are reserved only for the oldest, more lethal vampires.

I don't care what you think, your junk does not have special abilities.

Tell me, Kitten.” That deep, smooth voice brushed over me like a physical caress. “Shall I leave now, or wait until later?

After further introductions were made, we settled in the family room. Yes, the living room would have been nicer, but I wanted comfortable surroundings while plotting to murder one famed historical figure with another one. ~Cat

If only there was a way I could cover my tension with the scent of eau de brass valls instead.

Movies. Drinks. Headless chickens. You know, girl stuff.

I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.” “Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.