With his fantastic mane of multicoloured hair, Phury should have been in Hollywood's league with the ladies, but he'd stuck with his vow of celibacy.….

I love her so damned much." Manny heard himself say. “That’s my heart right there. That’s my woman”..

Sometimes words were less valuable than the air that carried them when it came to getting close..

Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah....

Butch put his hand on his roommate's nape and murmured, "I'll do the saving until you get your head back, how about that? I'll keep you safe..

V?" Butch said. "Don't leave, okay?" "Never." V brushed Butch's hair back with a gesture so tender it was out of place coming from a male..

Rule number four for me as a writer? Plotlines are like sharks: They either keep moving or they die. ~J.R. Ward.

I was living with this sense that there was something going on, something important, but I didn't know what it was. It was like...I knew the secret w….

I'll cab it home." "Naw. I'll hang until you're through. Then I'll drag you back to your apartment. Watch you throw up for an hour. Push you into bed….

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore..

On the chessboard of his godforsaken existence, the pieces were lined up, the play preordained. Man, so many times in life you didn't get to pick you….

The Old Language really was beautiful, Blay thought. Staring at the symbols, for one brief, ridiculous moment he imagined his own name across Qhuinn'….

I've always kind of thought that reviews written by readers for readers are a kind of private space between consumers. It's their right to say anythi….

She nodded, wondering why couldn't she have been named Mary. Or Sue. Butno , she had to be nine-letter Elizabeth..

That scent she threw off was not anything by Chanel. Unless they’d recently added a Tragedy line..

Mary frowned. A vampire doctor. Talk about exploring your alternative therapies..

God, he was probably too young to be this old, but life had a way of being about experience, rather than calendar days..

Trust me, true?" Butch barked a laugh. "Last time you said that i ended up with a vampire cocktail, remember?.

What... are you?" she choked out. "No sunlight. Funky choppers." he inhaled raggedly. "Take a guess..

As the Brotherhood got down to business, he found himself putting his hand on the dog’s big head and stroking the soft fur…playing with an ear…dippin….

Do me a favor?” he whispered. Beth's hold tightened on his hand. ”Anything, what do you need?” ”Hum the Jeopardy theme.” There was a pause.Then Beth ….