I could hear him laughing. Son of a bit*h. I would kill him. I didn't care if he was coyote or the son of Satan.He was a dead man walking.

She'd never have allowed herself to be held by anything as mundane as a few bars and a reinforced door

Much awkwardness ensued.

There is something incredibly arousing about being wanted. I pulled my hand back and sucked in a deep breath. “Adam,” I said.

Vampire politics make the very complicated dance of manners that is werewolf protocol look like the Hokey Pokey.

Happiness is German engineering, Italian cooking, and Belgian chocolate.

He sighed. " I don't think an apology will do, Mercy. Because an apology implies that you wouldn't do it again. And, under the circumstances, you wouldn't do anything differently, would you?" "No.