His skin was on fire and there was a rage in his head. He smelled witch blood. The dark, spicy scent filled his head with a clawing craving. He began to struggle, then realized he was chained and lying on the dark wood floor. He saw the stones of the massive fireplace from his right peripheral vi...
He’d been so anxious to get her to his house and naked, he hadn’t taken a goddamned minute to walk Kat around to her side of the car. “Why didn’t you take me home?” She clutched his sweater against her stomach, staring straight ahead. That did it. He got out, rounded the car and yanked open her d...
Or early morning, actually. He strode out the doors into the cool air scented with the tang of the ocean and stopped.He recognized Kat from her long ponytail streaked with pink. Her shoulders were tense, and she stood with her hand on the open back door of a cab. From the angle of her head, she w...
Every damn time he closed his eyes, he saw the crash again, replaying the way the car slowed at the last minute, the front left headlight hitting the wall at an angle. Then the long car slid alongside the wall until it stopped entirely. He and John had raced to the hissing vehicle and forced the ...
He stormed into the Axel of Evil nightclub, the strobe lights pulsing hellish red and purple, fires burning in the two caged pits, and the bartenders serving last call. The music pounded so loud, he wouldn’t be able to hear that fucking voice if it used a bullhorn in his head. &...
Catching her breath, she couldn’t find the energy to grumble that Sherry Moreno didn’t have the decency to look as wiped as Kat felt. Glancing at the wall-mounted clock, she was surprised it had been an hour-and-a-half session. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to hate you when I get out of bed in the m...