If you hear voices, you’re a lunatic. If you write down what they say, you’re an author.

Rhys—if that was even his real name—either believed what he was saying or he was a prime candidate for an Oscar. Because try as Morgan might, she couldn’t see any evidence that he was lying....

There is nothing like the moment you connect with a reader! Nothing like the response that you get when what you have written touches someone in some way. It’s a moment in which your work...

The Tylwyth Teg were immortal beings, but the burden of living for endless millennia was often tedium. It was one reason that the Fair Ones tended to play terrible pranks upon mortals. Like bored children,...

I always wanted to say that line. Except I’m not kidding.

I’m almost used to you showing up without shoes, but where the hell are your pants?

Shit. Shit. Shit. He’d known he couldn’t save her. He’d known he was too far away. Knowing didn’t prevent the bare-knuckled punch to his heart, though.

By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on...

Travis ignored her protests as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, thankful anew for that little Changeling quirk that allowed him to retain his clothes and everything that was within his aura each...

Although only three legs would obey him, the white wolf began to run. Run, to outpace the agony that could rip and tear a human heart. Run, to outdistance the human grief that could not...

I’m no werewolf, and I’m tired of hearing the word. I’m a Changeling, okay? And either you trust me or we call it quits right here.” It was Travis’s turn to fold his arms, as...

It’s a difficult truth to face that some people choose to define themselves by the pain they feel or the wrongs they’ve suffered. They’re not going through hard times so much as making all times...

I really hate you.”It was loud and clear in his brain. “Your first words. How sweet.” “Get out of my head. You’re not invited.””This is how Changelings communicate as wolves. Get used to it.” He...

He sniffed her. The rubbery black nose inhaled deeply as it passed back and forth over her face, along her throat, her ears. Jeez, it was like being vacuumed-only most Hoovers didn’t have the potential...

You can be a real jerk sometimes, but you’re decent.” As epitaphs went, it wasn’t bad.

Computers are heaven-sent when they work and hell-spawn when they don’t.There’s just not much middle ground when it comes to technology.

As she peeked through the curtains with the phone in her hand, waiting for the police dispatcher to pick up, she realized there was one thing she did know about the naked stranger in her...

Rhys was hot enough to bake cookies on.

Romans and fairies and death dogs, oh my.