Better be careful talking about how good my cooking is. Roslyn might get jealous.” The vampire madam let out a soft laugh. “Oh, I’ll freely admit that your cooking is much better than mine, Gin. But I have certain skills you don’t, especially in the bedroom. I think that Xavier far prefers those, even over a plate of the Pork Pit’s best barbecue.” Roslyn gave Xavier a sly look, and the giant’s grin widened. “Well played, Roslyn,” I murmured. “Well played.

Can you play the piano like Beethoven? Or sing like Carly Simon? Can you take fie pages' worth of quotes and turn them into a usable story ten minutes before deadline? I don't think so, unless you have more hidden talents I don't know about. We all have our special sills. They don't make us better or worse than each other. Just different

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

He realized something was going on between Logan and me. I wish he'd clue me in on exactly what it was, because I had no idea.

I might be an assassin, but never let it be said I wasn't as gracious a hostess as the next gal.

Let him look," he whispered and kissed me again.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.