There’s less violence in my world compared to yours,” she insisted. Spade sighed. “No, darling. There are only different reasons for it.

One of my favorite things about supernatural fiction is its vast array of creatures.

Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy.

First bubble baths. Now Disney parks. You're shattering every creep vampire myth I've ever heard.

People can perfect whatever facade they want, but everyone holds their sins close to their skin.

You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!

Slash was about my height, and he used the alignment of our bodies to his greatest advantage. I let it go on for a few minutes. Right up until he unzipped his leather pants and pulled out Mr. One Eye.