Rachel Vincent is an American author best known for her Shifters series, a present-day urban fantasy series about a female werecat.
I want to kiss you. ” Jace’s whisper pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced up to find his eyes blazing with raw need. “Just because Marc won’t touch you doesn’t mean I shouldn’t. Right? I don’t have that kind of self-control, and honestly, I don’t see the point in it. Are you supposed to be impressed by how long we can go without touching you? ’Cause if that’s the game we’re playing, I think I’d rather lose.
Did he show himself?” Nash asked, and I glanced to my right to see him staring at my father, as fascinated as I was. My dad nodded. “He was an arrogant little demon. ” “So what happened?” I asked. “I punched him. ” For a moment, we stared at him in silence. “You punched the reaper?” I asked, and my hand fell from the strainer onto the edge of the sink. “Yeah. ” He chuckled at the memory, and his grin brought out one of my own. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my father smile. “Broke his nose.
Sorry, but the whole walking corpse epiphany kind of threw me off my game.
As a matter of fact, I was going to offer you something. ” “What did you have in mind?” "A field trip. You interested in doing something dangerous, and possibly illegal?” “Does it involve underage girls, broken curfews and assorted fruit toppings?
. . . you just turned down the woman who put a marshmallow duck in your hot chocolate. I hope you feel like a real asshole now.
Unfortunately, what my head wanted and what my heart wanted were two completely different things.
Kaylee and Nash are like those rocks that ancient cave people used to make fire. Bang them together, and you get sparks. " Sabine said. "Let's never again use the phrase 'bang them together' in reference to my brother and my girlfriend," Tod mumbled.
Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly.
Sorry doesn’t mean anything! Not when you’re still with him. It’s not just that you cheated—it’s that he’s still here, and you’re still with him. It just goes on and on, and it hurts every single time I see you with him. I hate it that he makes you smile, and that there’s nothing I can do to stop this. I can’t think straight, and everything hurts, and nothing makes sense anymore. You’re shredding my heart with one hand and stroking his ego with the other. And it’s killing me, Faythe. You’re killing me. And it’s only going to get worse, now that everyone knows.
I was no suffragette, but I was pretty sure the he-can’t-control-himself defense was a big, stinky load of horseshit.
Standing, I turned to face my father. “It’s the same as the scent on Moore. It’s definitely a foreign cat, but it’s. . . more, somehow. ” Ethan snickered at my unintentional pun, but I ignored him.
Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.
I don’t want to love him—this would be so much simpler if I didn’t. But I do. He’s funny, and passionate, and strong, and he believes in me more than I even believe in myself. When he looks at me, I feel like I could take on the whole world and come out standing tall. I like myself better when I’m with him, because of how he sees me. He makes me feel beautiful and powerful, like I’m the most important thing in the world, and I don’t know how to walk away from that. I don’t know how to walk away from him.
She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?
There’s an us?” “As far as I’m concerned…” He leaned forward, his mouth inches from mine, and my pulse spiked. “There’s nothing but us.
When mice run, cats give chase.
I wanted more firsts with Tod. But all I had left was a handful of lasts.
So, did the costume come with a condom, or is that sold separately?
"He's lying, Kay," Nash said, fists clenched at his sides. "Hellions can't lie, but we all know reapers can. " "Careful, pot," Tod said. "Someone might notice your resemblance to the kettle. "
Together, we'd take crazy to a whole new level. ~Tod