Danger followed in his wake . . . followed, because it wouldn’t dare get in his way.

The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.

Because make no mistake, Serena. I do bite. ~Wraith

Forgive me-he mumbled against her lips. Please. Forgive me for what I'm going to do to you. ~Shade

You're no angel. You're Fallen. You just haven't had the decency to lose your wings. [Reaver]

Reseph tried to convince one of my vamps to slip an aphrodisiac into my drink." "Ares is quite fond of the orc-weed," Vulgrim called out from the kitchen, and yeah, there was a set of chains in the dungeon with his name on them. Limos scowled. "What did your demon say?" "Nothing," Ares muttered.

His gaze slammed into hers. 'I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.' He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. 'Never,' she rasped.