Rachel Vincent is an American author best known for her Shifters series, a present-day urban fantasy series about a female werecat.
Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.
How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact. " My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?
In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.
I want you, Kaylee, like I’ve never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.
I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts.
Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.
So you’re saying the afterlife is hard on the libido? FYI, that’s probably not a good bullet point for your recruiting brochure.
Um, Faythe?” Marc reached for my arm, and a small grin turned up one corner of his beautiful mouth. “As my first official piece of advice to the new Alpha, let me suggest that you put on some pants. And maybe a shirt. ” His grin grew and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, while Jace watched us stiffly from across the room. “While the look definitely works for me, I’m thinking the other Alphas might take you more seriously if you dress the part.
Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.
Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle.
Tod's eyes widened, and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. "Well, I don't see that I have much of a choice, considering that's part of Reaper Law. " "There's a Reaper Law?" "Of course. 'A reaper is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous. . . '" He shrugged. "It gets boring after that. But this situation is clearly covered under the 'helpful' category. " I rolled my eyes. "I think that's the Boy Scout law. " "They took it from us. But they left out all the good stuff.
And the truth was that most of Nash's friends weren't that bad. Their girlfriends were another story. Speaking of bloodthirsty hyenas. . .
Now if you’ll excuse me, Death waits for no man. Except me.
Yeah. She wants him back and has decided I'm in her way. But I have news for that little sleep-terrorist--it's going to take more than a couple of bad dreams to scare me off, so I hope she has something bigger up her sleeve.
it isn’t healthy, how wrapped up they are in each other. Relationships like that burn bright, but when they burn out, they leave everyone blistered.
Sabine gestured to him with the half-eaten crust. "I like him. Not sure why he's wasting his time with the pole dancer, though. " Tod laughed out loud and I groaned. "Sophie takes ballet and jazz. She's not a pole dancer. " "There's more money in pole dancing," Sabine insisted.
Because in most cases, I believe that people deserve a second chance. And because I couldn't have lived with myself if I'd stood by and let them both die souless, when I could have helped.
I want you. I want only you. I want all of you. But I'll take whatever you're ready to give.
I went up on my toes to kiss him, and he groaned. "Do you really think this is appropriate on school grounds?" "Nope. " I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I happen to know there isn't an appropriate thought running through your head right now. " "Or any other time. " Tod pulled me close and held me so tight my ribs almost hut, but I didn't want him to let go. Ever.
That's because Tod never brings anything but death and bad advice," I snapped. "That's not true. " Tod tried to grin, "Sometimes I bring pizza.