urban-fantasy

Yes," he replied. "We are --- how do you say on Midgard -- between a hard place and tree.

She certainly hadn't planned to sleep with anyone. But Mr. Tall, Dark, and Sexy had approached and it had been over for her.

I swore I wasn't going to rescue any more damsels in distress," Day muttered. To his surprise, Barbara gave him a lopsided grin, banging on the side of the trailer to make it produce a door. "What makes you think she isn't rescuing you?" she asked, and stomped inside without a backward look.

A bedraggled woman stood on his doorstep in the pouring rain, and his first impulse was to slam the door in her face. But she had clearly come as far as she could; her pale face was twisted in pain, and she shivered convulsively beneath a denim jacket that was as soaking wet as the rest of her. Long black strands of hair hung down in twisted ribbons like seaweed in the vanishing daylight, reminding him of a sea creature he'd once dated briefly in his more adventurous youth.

That__ what you asked him?___eah, why?_ Gina scrunched her face with confusion.__ thought you were going to say something juicy.___ike what?___ don__ know, like if he would be your sex slave or something like that.___elly! Why would I ask him that?___e__ a hot guy, you__e a hot girl. We__e in a super romantic castle on the coast._ Kelly waved her hand around the room for emphasis. __hy the hell not generate some heat in between these cold stone walls?

Did you get any blood on your breasts? I__ willing to go the extra mile.

I want to mate with you more than my next breath, but I need you to be sure._ His eyes were human again as he continued. __ragon matings are for life. I... don't ever want you to regret mating with me. Even if every second that you are not mine is torture.

Brennan's inner jaguar roared to life then with the need to protect this woman- protect my mate, must protect my mate it snarled.

The legend of __he One_ had been clear that the connection between a werewolf and his mate could never be denied. The fact that it could be destroyed had never come up in conversation.

Maybe having great sex just made a werewolf__ nose work better_

And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly__ wing whisking my lips.

I__ one hell of a public speaker, baby. I__ going to let them see the pain, but if you turn around and start treating me like some damaged little victim, I will murder you. In your sleep.

I am familiar with the phrase, __eedle in a haystack_ and I think I understand its meaning more than I wish to.

It is not always what we do, Sa'han, but who we love that makes us who we are. Quen

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie.

from Out of the Darkness (book 2):Zoe met Eric's eyes. Even in her platforms she was still a few inches shorter than he was. "And what do you do?"His mouth quirked. "I set people on fire.

I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.

I want to leave all my friends and the sunlight for a small, rainy town.