I don’t like the way he looks at you.” My stomach lurched. “What do you mean? How does he look at me?” “Like you’re not a student and he’s not a teacher.

Ever heard of the word please?" "Never.

Darkness got you like Shelob gor Frodo, only worse.

I am part-demon, part-human. What else does that make me?" She answered his question with one of her own. "I am part-centaur, part-human. Does that make me a mutant?" "It makes you a miracle." She held his gaze. "Exactly.

Nefertiti, the most beautiful calico in the world, chose me as her own six short years ago.

As a successful romantic novelist - one of my publishers is Mills & Boon - I create the sort of male heroes that no woman could fail to adore and few real men could hope to emulate.

Shadows in shadows He watches through dreams Wings black as Africa Body strong as stone Done waiting The ravens call.