Go ahead. Would you like a preview of what’s gonna happen when you carry me outside the inn?” He tosses the empty bottle at the trash can, misses, then skips over to scoop up the teddy bear. He meets Sloan’s gaze, his bottom lip turning down in a pout. Tears well in his eyes. “I tried to s-stop her, officer, but she t-touched my private p-place.
What do you think we’ll find?” Strider asked, his features pensive as he peered at Lucien. “And why the hell do you now look capable of murder? These last few weeks the only expression you’ve given us was bored. I mention the temples and hello, demon.
These people might be vicious and bloodthirsty, but they loved each other. Deeply. Madly. Their devotion was palpable.
Clay is in the Everlife now. We should be happy for him.
No one hit my friend and lived to tell the tale. That was my new motto, and one I would forever embrace.
Haven’t you heard? Constipation is the new black. All the cool kids are doing it. Or not doing it.
Mr. Boot draws back his leg, preparing to deliver another strike. I prepare to take it like a girl. Better than a man.
I’m sorry,” she said softly. “Even if you’d looked like you were born downwind of an outhouse, I would have snapped a thousand photos of you. And then used those photos to blackmail you later, but my reasons are inconsequential.
The tops of her breasts pushed upward, beckoning. Lovely, so lovely. Yet they weren’t what claimed his attention. Knives were strapped to every inch of visible skin. Some were twined with the bra’s straps. Some were simply taped. With what, he didn’t know. He only knew he liked it. A lot. Took him a while, but he finally dropped the last to the floor. He.
Sister?” Jessie Kay scowled. “Do I really look like his sister? I clearly come from grade-A stock while his ancestors made a few poor choices along the way.
We thrust and parry, and I moan as delicious sensation after delicious sensation pours through me. It’s a kiss worth every moment of confusion and uncertainty.
My book boyfriend is better than your book boyfriend!
Wrong. You didn’t handle demons. You starved them.
He chokes on his one tongue.
Can you tell I was a depressed, neurotic mess?
I’m surrounded by pure male aggression, and I like it.
I know you don’t want to see me because I’m “dangerous,” “deranged,” and “possibly the worst being ever created by Zeus – or anyone.” But underneath this chiseled, bronzed exterior beats a heart of gold, probably. You’ll never know the truth unless you come out of hiding and take another peek under my hood.
A group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope.” A group of men is called a migraine.
I let my friend die,” I say slowly, softly. “That will never be the right thing.
If “best years ahead” is the answer, then “things stupid people say” is the question.