What's next? If there are vampires in there, they probably drink artificial blood plasma substitute.

Love and hate. Same passion. Same impulse

I'm behind you." I spun to see Derek. "I can't win," he said. "You're as skittish as a kitten.

I've spent the last decade learning to stand firm and face my problems… or at least batter them until they're unrecognizable.

I grew up writing about the paranormal, and I blame too many Saturday mornings watching Scooby Doo.

I envied it; not the idea of having so much money that you could throw it away, but the thought of growing up in a world where someone cared so much about your happiness and so little about what you accomplished in life.

I got to eavesdrop at a window. As Clay said, I did have another option. I could wait in the car and let them fill me in later. So, eavesdropping it was.