Werewolves never joke about age,” he said solemnly.“Why not?”Connor shrugged, a smile teasing his lips. “I dunno,” he finally admitted. “I just thought it sounded good.
Ian nodded his approval. “I’ve always liked a woman that understood the value of getting out of my bed just as quick as she’d jumped in it.
Worldly possessions didn’t matter much to him, but his freedom did. He could come and go as he pleased, with nothing more than the backpack underneath his seat. It was a simple existence for a simple man.
She turned back to the reporter, holding out the microphone. “I’m not an expert, I’m a survivor. I hope you can learn how to be one yourself.
There’s no way that you’re real,” she murmured to his crotch.
Once he got there, he stopped and looked back. “You know, the thing about manners is that we only seem to notice the lack of them in others. It’s a lot harder to see mistakes in ourselves.
No wonder she was so underweight. She was desperate to please a woman that could never be pleased, in the hopes of being loved and accepted by the very person that should be giving that freely.
Nothing turned a man on faster than a woman that couldn’t get enough of what he had to offer.
You see, I know you, Violet. You’ve tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you’re here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.
I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together all those years ago? Or was fate finally providing a way for our love to live on?
If you can make her want you bad enough, she’ll come after you.
After all, hadn’t she been the one to pursue him? And Madame Dupuy had done it with a vigor that most women would have been too ashamed to display.
In the darkened recesses of the Suburban, my opinion of the vampire rose considerably. There were far worse things than having to drink blood to survive. I could tolerate him, so long as he didn’t try to make me his next meal.
Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.
You, sir, are not only a selfish asshole, but you’re a coward. You didn’t have the balls to stand and fight for what was yours, instead you chose to flee and force others into a fight that wasn’t even theirs to begin with.
Was he hitting some type of werewolf midlife crisis? First, he’d left Wolf Town, and now he was envisioning a mate. What next? Bird watching? Board games? Retirement homes?
The preacher released a pent-up breath as he sagged in relief. “Thank God he’s gone.” His eyes narrowed at Alexander as he bit out, “Did you know that man had the nerve to lasso me while I was out in the woods?
I’d also learned something new. There was something really sexy about a man that kissed you, without stopping to ask first.