She was poison in a pretty bottle.
Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.
I wrestled futilely, then relaxed as a vine wrapped three times around my throat and squeezed. Right," I choked out, and shut my eyes. "I'll wait here, then.
An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.
Ah, Morganville. Where dressing to hide bloodstains was just good daily planning.
Marriage is a big word for all guys,” Shane said. “You know that. It’s kind of an allergy. We get itchy and sweaty just trying to spell it, much less do it.