Hellooo.” I held out my arm. “An amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.” She reached out and scraped her short nails over my arm. I snatched my arm back. “Ow.” Not body makeup.” She frowned and peered… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share
Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same. — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
Sure.” Olivia smirked. “Good ol’ New York Public Library. I’m sure it’s up to date on the latest Demons that escape through well-guarded Demon… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
Jesus Christ.” The fury on Nick’s face was enough to send me reeling and he hit the table hard enough with his hand that it made the plates and the silverware on the table bounce and clatter. “You give me the names and approximate location of those men who gave you that ultimatum and I’ll kill every goddamned one of… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share
“I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit. Now gone. Just gone. Like… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
Why did people run around in random directions when shooting started instead of literally hitting the deck to stay out of the line of… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
“She knew she couldn’t escape unscathed, and the trauma would take her a long time to get past. And she might never fully heal… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
A Touch of Crimson explodes with passion and heat. A hot, sexy angel to die for and a gutsy heroine make for one exciting… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
Hellooo.” I held out my arm. “An amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.” She reached out and scraped her short nails over my arm. I snatched my arm back. “Ow.” Not body makeup.” She frowned and peered at the roots of my hair. “A good die-job or you’ve really got blue hair.” For now,” I said. “I’m… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share
It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside. — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
Zane brought her hand to his chest, over his heart and she felt the strong rapid beat through his shirt. “Feel that?” His throat… — Cheyenne McCray Copy Share Image
