Just try it,” he murmurs, reaching over to cover my hand gently.And I think, Whoa, that’s never happened before!Then: Is he just doing that because he thinks Wyatt is interested?And, finally, this: Who the hell cares?!
Welcome to Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar.
No one in hundreds of years has had that kind of power — the power to control the elements. Not since the slaughter of the 1600’s … She has saved her greatest warrior for the moment when you are most needed. It is you, Isi, not us; you are the one destined to save the...
I thought that you would be frozen in awe when you found the sequence, when you heard a bird’s song repeating my Morse code, my cry for help, my S.O.S, when you saw the same numbers in the petals of a flower and the structure of a pine cone, when you saw with your own...
They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?
His touch cable knits my veins, remaking and remolding who I am.
A man who is obviously too handsome for his own good smiles at me. His eyes are mischievous, as if he’s harboring wicked thoughts and is tempted to subject me to them.I hold his dark gaze for a moment too long, and then pin my focus back on the
Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.
Have you ever seen the light…the way it shines in you.
Come here.” He made the request, but she didn’t move. And it took every last drop of patience he could muster not to drag her into him by force. But Eve was not a damsel in distress who needed a hero to save her.Not that she’d admit, anyway.
You need me, Kane. Maybe even more than I need you.
I nipped little kisses along his jawline. God, I just couldn’t keep my hands or lips off of him. “God, you are the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.”He laughed. “That’s something the vampire should be saying to you, not the other way around.
I have been speaking to you all of your life. In the gurgle of a tide pool, I breathed myself into you. I drew you down from the trees and I lifted you onto your feet. I freed your hands to become your tools so that you would cradle me in my old age, but...
He gives me one of those twinkling stares. His eyes coalesce and fragment color, glinting specks of midnight purple and an electric blue, when the light catches them just right. Straight on they look like indelible pitch, well deep with secrets and primordial darkness.