Last Call wasn’t her usual scene. Kelsey snagged a menu from the end of the bar and thumbed the edge as she scanned the offerings. She was used to clubs, all right—the carefully orchestrated dance of the horny, the line between need and desperation growing thinner with each passing drink. But s...
Even without looking she could feel his gaze on her, a heavy weight fraught with anticipation. He’d brought another courting gift to the Full Moon Saloon this afternoon, the third in as many days. Hazel glanced down at cookbook resting on the bar and admired its cheerful shiny cover. Finding book...
Zoe Bennett needed to fuck someone. It was a rather shocking reality, one that alarmed her as she slipped through Last Call’s crowded dance floor. Being alarmed by it didn’t make it easier to ignore, however. Goosebumps rose on her skin every time a stranger brushed against her. If that strange...
Kieran scanned the floor at Last Call and wondered, not for the first time, which of the men in the crowd would be the one to fuck his girlfriend. Next to him, Eve argued with the bartender, her voice husky and nervous. “I’m not discounting tradition. I just wonder about the symbolism.” “You’d ...
Simone picked up a jagged piece of broken wood and bit her lip, unsure of what to say. The boat had been his home, a private place on an island that had far too few of them. “I’m so sorry.” “It was a boat.” His voice sounded tired. “I’ll buy a new one....
Zack gritted his teeth, finished off his second whiskey, and glared at his companion, barely managing to feign polite interest. “So then what did you do?” For a seventeen hundred year old demon, Leo looked alarmingly whipped. “I introduced her to the damn demon. It was that, or get kicked out of ...
“There. How’s it look?” “Perfect.” Eden tossed the fitted sheet onto the mattress and circled around to the opposite side. “Now I have beds in all the important places in town. My house, your house, above the diner and at the farm.” She smiled up at him. “Or should I say we have beds.” As if ther...
Caitlin Carlson swore when an overly enthusiastic dancer stepped off the floor and into her. Her vodka tonic splashed across the front of her blouse, plastering the thin fabric to her chest. “Terrific,” she mumbled. Oh, well. A see-through shirt might draw some attention when she ordered her ne...
He remembers blood, and the men who spilled it. Dozens, hundreds, a river of life flowing into death. He remembers the screams, hardened men with mangled limbs and the sure knowledge of their own mortality in their voices. He remembers guns and bombs and the ways men kill, cold metal tearing thro...
No, that wasn’t fair or quite right. It wasn’t strictly his fault she’d almost been kidnapped, stolen away to serve whatever heinous uses this goddamned cult had dreamed up. Not his fault, but he was responsible. It probably wasn’t what Alec had in mind when he’d told him to step up to the plate....
Dejan sent a message -- text instead of video -- and fled to the wing of the Temple devoted to the trainers' living space. Forty minutes under the pounding spray of the shower and another twenty spent pacing the confines of the trainers' garden gave Celine plenty of time to send a message if she ...
Experience required. Fiona took one last look at the printed menu in her hand and grimaced at her friend. “I don’t need a drink. I need help.” “Honey, this place is chock full of hot wizards.” Jenn snatched the menu out of Fiona’s hands and studied the back of it. “And this menu’s the key. We...