They've been stealing mortals away for centuries, but they can't have you.

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

By every mortal standard, the worst faeries in the world were those in the Dark Court. They fed on the baser emotions; they engaged in activities that the other-also amoral-faery courts repudiated. They were also the only ones she truly trusted or understood.

Images cluttered the pages, but one tattoo set her nerves on edge; inky black eyes surrounded by wings likes shadows coalescing. Mine. The thought, the need, the reaction was overpowering. Leslie looked up. "This one." she said. "I need this one. But the image is more than just tempting art, and it draws her into a world of shadows and desire- into the world of Faerie.

Belief is a powerful thing. If you believe you can.

I want to say that I really appreciate that readers are willing to work with my tendency to write in several different genres and for different age groups.

He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.