No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.

Mum liked to say that some things happen for a reason, that sometimes obstacles were there to stop you from doing something stupid.

When we kissed, it didn't matter that I had been a wolf hours ago, or that I would be a wolf again. It didn't matter that a thousand snares were laid for us as soon as we left this moment. All that mattered was this: our noses touching, the softness of his mouth, the ache inside me.

A novel is a conversation starter, and if the author isn't there for the after-party, both the writer and the reader are missing a lot.

Shouldn't you be looking at other cars? You know, car shopping usually involves ... shopping." "I don't shop very well", Grace said. "I just see what I need and get it.

I'd learned a long time ago that one of the finest weapons in my arsenal was my ability to invade personal space

The boy had my wolf's eyes.