Can I join you at lunch?" She paused. "You have every other day." He laughed, a sound as musical as the chiming song of the lupine fey when they ran. "Yes. But you resented it every other day." "What makes you think I won't resent it today?" "Hope. It's what I live on.

He leaned back for a moment to tug her shirt down her arms, with the same wicked, lovley smile that had first stolen her breath years ago.

You say potato; I say potahto..." I say integrity; you say deceit.

I was very afraid to write a novel - it was a dream for a very long time, and it was one of the few things that I was afraid to try.

It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who'd ever mattered to him.

He tipped her head up. "Don't give up. Don't leave me before you're even here.

What are you going to do? What do you want to do?” she prompted. “I’m going to go try to help Niall. He’s not acting like himself, and I have a theory on what’s wrong,” he told her. “Then afterward I'm going to ask you to marry me.