A cowboy, a lawyer, and a mechanic watched Queen of the Damned,” I murmured. Warren—who had once, a long time ago, been a cowboy—snickered and wiggled his bare feet. “It could be the beginning of either a bad joke or a horror story.” “No,” said Kyle, the lawyer, whose head was propped up on my thigh. “If you want a horror story, you have to start out with a werewolf, his gorgeous lover, and a walker.

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

His heart's occupied elsewhere," said Ben from behind me. "And even if it weren't he's not interested in your kind. But, I'm available and ready." "You don't have a heart," I told him.” Just a gaping hole where it should have been. " "All the more reason for you to give me yours. " I pounded my forehead against Warren 's back. "Tell me Ben's not flirting with me. " "Hey," said Ben sounding hurt. "I was talking cannibalism, not romance.

Mine, ... Mine is what she is.

You don’t have the courage of a half-bred mongrel.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.