She relaxed a bit—well, as much as one could relax while being half-naked and bleeding in front of a vampire. She was the picture of a tasty meal to one such as he.

He’s going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I can’t believe I’m even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with...

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...

We do not kill good people, for the world is better with them in it.

I manage to hold the poker face when she submits to dominance, to the summons, and swans into my arms, pressing her quivering form against mine when she embraces me.

A shade slinks over me and I’m caught off guard when he leans down, placing a blossom in my cleavage, his face shadowed and secretive.

Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence.

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

Te amo, Querida,” he whispered, stroking her hair. “Tu eres mi luz en la oscuridad.” I love you. You are my light in the darkness.

Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely, they could never die? To give them more than just your heart or your soul? What if you could give then the miracle of immortality?

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...

He sits next to me, the veins on his neck and arms seeming more prominent than they did earlier. His mouth compresses, igniting his eyes with esoteric light, pulling me into the magnetic undertow.

Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.

I want to take you in my arms, to kiss you long and hard, to touch you like you’ve never been touched, to give you the pleasure I feel running in your veins.

No, this was Philly. Drunks here boo Santa and get in more trouble than a dog with an Easter basket, and like the dog, they usually end up either sick or dead. Ah yes, another...

Eyes sparkling with blue open and stare a scalded soul at me.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

I will always love you.” Then I plunged the stake into his chest.