Why do I always have to be the one who says 'stop'?" I demanded, my voice little more than a moan. "You don't. In fact, at this point I'm considering a petition to that word stricken from the English language." His grin was almost lazy, the gleam in his eyes an effortless challenge. "If I did, would you sign?

Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. "No fair playing the death card." "No fair having it to play.

I grabbed another. Aerosmith. Nope, can’t throw classic Aerosmith. I snatched a copy of the Thompson Twins’ greatest hits and chucked it at him.

You two are cracked," Tod snapped. My smile widened. "Says the undead man in love with the soulless pop star.

Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level. ~Tod

Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?

And the truth was that most of Nash's friends weren't that bad. Their girlfriends were another story. Speaking of bloodthirsty hyenas...