God, fate was a sick, twisted bitch. Doomed. He was certainly and absolutely heading straight for the fiery pits of Hell, he realized, as he lusted for his sworn enemy, the vampire.

Nikolai had expected to have to fight the urge to torture the progeny of his father’s murderer, but he had never anticipated fighting the urge to fuck her.

For the first time in his centuries of life, doing the right thing didn’t seem like the right thing to do.

She needed him. More than just his blood or the pleasure he offered with his playground of a body, she needed him—and that was far more terrifying than becoming a blood sucking monster.

Claire, if you don’t move, I will have served two tours of duty only to die in this bed.

She came out of nowhere like a two-by-four against the skull, knocking all common sense out of him and turning him into a walking woody.

If there was anything he’d learned in his life, it was to fight fire with fire, and if that didn’t work, piss on the fire to put it out.

Bring it on.

Boys have penises.” At that moment, Michael was very aware that he, himself, was a boy.