Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

Dragons and legends...It would have been difficult for any man not to want to fight beside a dragon.

Most of the pack would rather have Darryl mad at them than Auriele.

Fortunately, he'd found that most people were easy to locate at five thirty in the morning. .

So in the sweltering heat of a July night, I sang a Christmas carol to a room full of fae, who had been driven out of their homelands by Christians and their cold-iron swords.

A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.

If she know how strongly he felt, she'd have run out the door. He wasn't used to the possessive, or the savage joy she brought to his heart. It ate at his control, so he turned his attention to the music. He understood music.