Trying is always enough.

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

It Wasn't Hard To Follow The Scent Of Blood To The Living Room Where The Fae Had Been Killed. It Had Been A Violent Death, Perfect For Creating Ghosts.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

The Elders were closer to the Maker of All Things and should be deferred to whenever they made their will known.

He loved her beyond all reason and didn't expect her to love him back. He was just waiting for her to wise up.

This was not a man who wanted to give up his mate. This was a man trying to do the honorable thing—and give her a choice, no matter hiw much it cost him.