…well just call me Hannibal Lecter. With cleavage.
Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?
Paranormal fiction offers authors - and readers - the chance to answer the question, what if? All the different ways that question can be answered make for extremely entertaining reading.
Only fools pity survivors their scars and you should never kowtow to fools
How I hated the dark part of me that continually foretold of failure or futility.
I’ve watched you barely escape death several times, and each instance killed me a little inside. They may be dormant now, but we have enemies both cunning and cruel. Knowing you possess the power to defeat most of them doesn’t threaten me, luv. It relieves me to my very core.