“I do not care for this place. It feels like a den of debauchery,” a wide yawn cut off his sentence, “and not in the fun way. It is making my curse threaten.” — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“She … uh … suffers from low blood sugar. It turns her into a slightly demonic nympho. Awkward as it is here, family gatherings… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“-"Death walks, and talks, and occasionally whisks you in a gruesome waltz." -” — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“Keni's eyes widened. "You purred at a guy? Really? Why?" "Because he scratched me behind the ears, and I liked it." "Huh?” — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“Noah cocked his head to consider her. “Do I look like a killer?” Slow and deliberate, she let her gaze wander over him before… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“Purring wasn't going to be an issue if he kept looking at me like that. I was going to have a stroke.” — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“At certain moments in life, reflection is mandatory. I found being squeezed in the scaly claw of a three story dragon to be one… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“Ma’am, we’ve met your mother,” Rip claimed, from his well-chosen spot at the rear of the pack. “If she becomes agitated there’s a good… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“Uh, did you run this by Alaina?" "I tried." Keni gave a little shrug. "But I don't think she heard me. She was busy… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“I do not care for this place. It feels like a den of debauchery,” a wide yawn cut off his sentence, “and not in… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“We're the Dark Army Glee Club!" I pressed my fingers against my throbbing temples hard. "The Dark Army what?" "Glee Club!" Answered Boil Face.… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
“I brought you a fern!” Ireland glanced up from the file folders that covered her desk and smiled at the new arrival beaming from… — Stacey Rourke Copy Share Image
