shifters

That's what underwear is for, girls, so if an emergency happens you only show your cookies to the people you love.

Are you telling me that vampires and werewolves are the reason America won the Revolutionary War?,_ I asked, dumbfounded.

I have fourteen black wives an' one white, de chiefest one. I would sure enough shoo her away dis minute if you tek her place in my bed tonight, Mama Sam Moon."Was sex all these people ever thought about? I guess life was short back then, and nobody had much time to waste on anything else.

She was his life, his everything.

I__ not letting you go, Fiona,_ he murmured before brushing his lips over hers. She tasted like heaven. And his. Only his. ____ not going anywhere.

Feeling a little calmer?_ she asked, leaning against the desk again.Dax snorted. __ellow as anything. I__ ready to curl up and take a nap now. Don__ mind if I purr.

Yeah and purple monkeys fly from my ass at dawn.

Tall and built like a dense forest, Clint's broad shoulders made a girl want to learn how to scale trees. Except me. I wanted to start a forest fire.

I should like to understand more about the signs on the shirt you wore earlier. What was it: Eat the tail and suck the head?

I believe he's been asked to testify today," I told Lennox, who'd continued to track Truman's progress through the room. "He's a member of the historical undead, Truman Capote, the author. He wrote Breakfast at Tiffany's and In Cold Blood."..."Hi, Truman, you're sitting next to me," I said, pulling out his chair. I figured after he'd asked me to suck on his cherry, we should be on a first-name basis.

You are kind, caring and intrinsically good. I am hateful, vengeful and intrinsically evil.

I narrowed my eyes. Jean stayed awfully well informed about prete politics, and often told me things the Elders hadn't yet learned. I suspected this might be one of those things. "How do you know all this?"He shrugged. "A wise man watches as if her were un aigle and listens as if here were un faucon."Eagles and falcons. Both predators. Appropriate.

Want to feel you come around my cock,_ he whispered darkly. __ant to hear you say you__e mine._ There was that bite of darkness to his words again.____ yours._ She could never be anyone else__. That was a fact she knew without a doubt. __ay it again._ He thrust harder. ____ yours, Ian.__e growled again, the sound as untamed as the male himself_

I guess us folks in California are kind of straitlaced and old-fashioned."Hahaha, I thought on the way downstairs. I never thought I'd say those words with a straight face...

Look, I__l tell you what I do, but you won__ believe me._ _ __iven that I just found you bound and gagged, my mind is somewhat more receptive than it might normally be._ __ell then, here__ the deal,_ Krystal said as she sat down next to me. __verything you think you know about monsters is a lie. Ghouls, ghosts, werewolves and more are real and hiding out behind the scenes in our world. Officially, they are known as parahumans.

You'll be in good hands with the colonel, you'll see."The colonel? Okay, I was obviously stuck in a Gone With the Wind theme park. Or maybe a Kentucky Fried Chicken farm.Or I was simply hallucinating...

If I get naked, I'm going to be on you then in you. Let me give you some foreplay, woman," he softly growled.

I challenge that loose-assed prick, otherwise known as Moss, to a fight.