Metaphors. This was the cost of making out with an artist.

I went to bed feeling melancholy, wishing I could have poured out all my fears and insecurities to my mom. Wasn’t that what normal mothers and daughters did?

There's a guy chasing me!" I called as I headed out the door.

Relax, having kids is years away. But can you imagine? Your brains, my charm, our collective good looks... then add in the usual physical abilities dhampirs get. It's really not even fair to everyone else.

I looked back and forth at them in amazement. I didn't know if I was witnessing a fight or foreplay. I wasn't thrilled about either option.

I sighed and gestured toward him. "I'll take him." In an undertone, I added, "Don't let me down, Zmey.

So far I’m not seeing a lot of difference between me and a carnival con-man.