Rachel Vincent is an American author best known for her Shifters series, a present-day urban fantasy series about a female werecat.
Holy silicone suppository, Batman!” Ethan said, grinning. Dan snorted, Parker coughed to disguise a laugh, and I glared at them all. “What?” My brother shrugged defensively. “That’s what it looks like.
I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me. " "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.
Sometimes I suspected Ryan was merely visiting the real world, on vacation from his permanent residence in la-la land.
This seems headed into girl-fight territory," Tod said. "Should I make popcorn?
Think of it as a second opinion on his value. If he wasn't worth the fight, wouldn't she just let him go? Wouldn't you?
I laughed and it almost felt good. "Is that a dig at my liquor cabinet?" Cam smiled. "That wasn't liquor, it was swill. And that wasn't a cabinet, it was a drawer.
Well that's too bad, because this is an assassination. " "No, this is an execution. " "The difference would be. . . ?" "Assassination is murder. Execution is justice.
What took you so long?” Nash asked, as he slid into the passenger seat and pulled the door closed. “I stopped to donate all your underwear to the homeless. You’re gonna wanna take care of those tighty whities—they’re all you’ve got left. ” He leaned against the door, either too tired or too drunk to sit up. “And to think, most people don’t understand your sense of humor. ” “Fools, all of them.
I should have mixed something stronger than Coke floats.
Chocolate says "I'm sorry" so much better than words.
Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?
Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.
Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.
"Hey, do you wanna go out for. . . " His words melted with a sigh when he noticed Tod, but then he rallied with a smile. "Hi, Tod, I didn't realise you were here. In my daughter's bedroom. With the door closed. " "Happy to be here," Tod said, and I groaned out loud.
If this had ever happened before, it couldn't be happening now. That's what they mean by 'once in a lifetime'.
Maybe I won't look so bad when you're not standing next to me.
What if I was the sexual equivalent of popcorn? Suitable for light snacking only?
A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?" Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and soorte4d fruit toppings?" I dropped the empty can into the recycling bin and leaned against the kitchen peninsula, grinning like an idiot. "Two of the three. And I could probably scrounge up some strawberry jam, if you're desperate. " "I'm never desperate," Tod said, only his voice hadn't come from my phone. I whirled around to see the reaper standing behind me, still holding his cell. "But for the record, I prefer apricot. " "Yuck. Nobody likes apricot jam.
We would not have hurt the child, even if she is our natural enemy. Nor would we have hurt you, if it could be helped. Finn was killed by a male cat, and in exchange for that information, we also agreed to try to remove the female cats from your encampment before the true melee begins. ” Melee?! Were these ninja birds? Green Berets with feathers?
I have choices," I insisted, refusing to break eye contact. "We both do. I may have to make mine carefully, and make a few compromises along the way, but I have a choice. I choose you.