paranormal-urban-fantasy-romance

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.

The demon is crouched in the corner, between the Cheetos and the onion dip. It__ a small one, only about four feet tall: a low-level creeper. I flick my gaze over the spot like I don__ see it and open the cooler door to get a Coke.

If it is to be, it's up to me.

Even dead, Scarlett seemed able to graft my thoughts onto yearnings a gentleman should never ever contemplate. But then again, no gentleman had ever lived a night wrapped in her cool limbs, savouring such sordid and delightful affections as I had. Scarlett__ attentions had raised me above God, but so help me, in no time she had thrown me down to the devil. And then the killings had begun.

His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince__ust as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.

Her arms reached up to wrap around his neck, holding on as if she would never let go. She kissed him back with an ardor that astonished, gratified, and aroused him all at once, and for a moment, he lost himself in the kiss, and in the woman, thinking to himself, now this, this is magic.

Stop looking at my mouth._ His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. __hat if I don__ want to stop looking at your mouth?

I didn__ know I was looking for you, but I was,_ he whispered.

You can suck the life out of someone without ever touching a drop of their blood. --Raphael Sinclair

Trust her heart, Assefa, and believe in yourself. No matter the challenge, no matter the foe, be brave, be wise, be the undefeated Mngwa of lore.

I really want to call you to me in a thunderbolt so I can smack you. We__e not even married yet and I want to strangle you with my bare hands. That doesn__ bode well for your life expectancy, Assefa, or my chance of staying out of prison on a homicide charge

Tell your father I never wanted to be a rose, only ever a night-scented gilliflower, and his moon was my sun.

She hesitated. "You know I'm older than you, right?" Richard stared down at her and forced himself not to laugh at the irony. He may be over two hundred years old, but he looked as if he were in his late twenties, thirty at the most. And Jenna was worried that her being thirty-seven would be a problem?A hint of insecurity entered her features. "I don't mean to press this, but... I dated a guy once--- very briefly---who said the same thing until his friends found out and started to razz him about it. I'm thirty-seven. Are you sure that isn't a problem?""I don't know why his friends would tease him about dating you unless they were envious. You look like you're in your twenties, Jenna. Not much older than your son, in fact. And, if you looked like you were in your forties, guess what. I would be just as interested." She smiled and closed the distance between them. "And if I looked like I were in my fifties?""Still interested.""Sixties?""I happen to think laugh lines are hot.

I can think of a few ways I wouldn't mind you taking control." He dropped his voice a few octaves, making his already deep voice even more delicious.

I'd like to see you dance around a caldron naked.

So, you're the Santa Claus of the magic world with a naughty and nice list?

We need to talk," he insisted, opening the door to his jeep that was parked next to my car. I was still holding out hope this would end and I would see his smile soon. "What's wrong?" I retaliated before I go in. "There's something you need to know, something I haven't told you," he said, taking my backpack from me.

_dancing in the carnage and the flames.