Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

I was having coffee with my bodyguard. I didn't expect to be hunting bad guys until later. Leather before sundown is tacky.

I thought it odd that the woman was over a thousand years old but thought the microwave was primitive.

Come on, Rachel!" Jenks shrilled. "You're a badass, not a bad witch!

Hey, ah, does anyone want a cookie or something? Oh yeah. A cookie. That would make everything better. Dunked in a shot of tequila , maybe? Or better yet, just the bottle? Yeah, that ought to do it.

Pierce jerked his hand from Trent and pushed himself straight. “Kalamack Industries,” he said, expression twisted as he wiped his hand on his pants. “I knew your father.” “I do not freaking believe this,” I said, shifting to stand where I could see both of them. Al beamed. “Amazing who you can meet in an elevator.

Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!