My mom’s coming home soon,” I said. “We should go to your place.”Patch ran a hand across the shadow of stubble along his jaw. “I have rules about who I take there.” I was getting...

And here I thought they were called Peeping Toms.” I didn’t need to see him to know he wore a smile. “Stop laughing,” I said, my cheeks hot with humiliation. “Get me down.””Jump.””What?””I’ll catch you.””Are...

Patch leaned back against the booth and arched his eyebrows at me. The gesture said it all: Pay up.”You got lucky,” I said. “I’m about to get lucky.

As in music, when we hear the crescendo building, suddenly if the music stops, we begin to hear the silence as part of the music.

If you are involved with the intensity of crescendo situations, with the intensity of tragedy, you might begin to see the humor of these situations as well. As in music, when we hear the crescendo...

And Esme remembered in a rush–the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the...

When a woman is romantically subdued, all she does at that moment is under the influence of her desires.

Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.

Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.

Nothing makes me happy quite like a boatload of freshly fried fast food, smothered in good old MSG.

I nibbled my lower lip. “If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you’d have a hard time resisting the temptation too.””I have a hard time keeping my hands off you...