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

Between the money and the illegal merchandise, Bones was getting millions. No wonder he laughed at my salary. -Cat

It was official. I now wanted to murder a ghost, a notion I'd discarded as unlikely only twenty minutes before. (Cat)

He leaned over and kissed me. A long, deep kiss filled with promise and passion. I loved the way he kissed me. Like he was drinking in the taste of me and still coming back thirsty.

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

I want to know all of you, Kitten. What you show me, and what you try not to.

You should figure out who you are and what you need, and then don't apologize for it.