I am waiting for you in the living room… the very pink living room. I do hope that when we acquire a home of our own, after this nonsense has passed, you will not insist...

On my desk is an appeal from the National Museum of American Jewish History in Philadelphia. It asks me to become a sponsor and donor of this soon-to-be-opened institution, while an accompanying leaflet has enticing...

All creatures are capable of darkness, but not all choose to succumb to it.

My family is basically Gypsies – for real.

Sleep, Maya,” he murmured softly. “Sleep, my love, and I promise that I will come looking for you.

That’s the last time I put you in charge of the tequila when we’re making margaritas

Lottie tilted her head to one side and looked Maya up and down. “You’re a little bit of a thing, but I hear you’re good at stirring up big trouble.

Kathel did not back down at all. “Well, Keirah told me she was suddenly unattached, if you know what I mean. And I figured, what the hell, why not have a go at her myself,”...

Maya wrapped one leg around him, writhing against him as she threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her, urging him on.”Never stop touching me that way,” Maya rasped.

Kathel, you have the face of a scoundrel.” Her eyes drifted slowly over his face and landed for a moment on his full lips. “With lips created for sin.””Keirah,” he whispered, gently squeezing her hands....

The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.

You know you really have to beware of gypsies in these parts,” he said teasingly, dismounting from his horse…Keirah gave him a small smile that she didn’t quite feel. “Good thing I have the Gwarda...

I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, but you’ll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.

The fact that he got to save the Gwardian’s mate and managed to piss him off at the same time, well that was just a bonus and pure luck of circumstance. After all, he had...

For gypsies do not like to stay -They only come to go away.

I regained my soul through literature after those times I’d lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

I’m not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he’s got one down to his—