Isabelle Rowan

Two steps forward...one step back...I've always hated that old cliche too...I believe that we should all be able to dance through life and only change the tempo now and then.

All I'm saying is that there is more to life than the main story. Check out the notes in the margins because maybe they're even more important.

We are all monsters.

What exactly is it you want?

Even when it wasn__ visible, Dominic could smell the newly broken skin. It sent a wave of hunger through him, but he ignored it. Not tonight; tonight was for other pleasures.

I__ rather put up a fucking good fight than provide him with dinner.

We are also creatures of romance. Books love to portray us as the mysterious visitor in the night that you invite into your bedroom and then your bed.

So, basically, I have the impossible task of finding a non-smelly, drug-free virgin?

... Hoping like hell she was wrong about Dominic, and he was just a secretive man with a strange skin disorder.

You wouldn__ have anything to eat back there, would you? Vampire maintenance is fucking hungry work.

This is just a phase, right? This whole bloodlust thing?

Get past the hard-on, and you could feel him. I mean really feel him.

Leaning his forehead against Michael's, Dominic admitted, "I didn't dance then. I think I was waiting for you.