“What the hell?” Ian asked, holding his hands over the front of his Christmas briefs. Sara had ordered them from the Internet, and he'd worn them to please her. Too bad there hadn't been enough time for the underwear to… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I just hope I'm around long enough to see it through.” Sara said, looking uncertain. “All of us wonder that, at some point or… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn't know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Werewolves never joke about age,” he said solemnly. “Why not?” Connor shrugged, a smile teasing his lips. “I dunno,” he finally admitted. “I just… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Leave me alone, or I will shoot,” a woman’s husky voice rang out through the broken window. “I'm not too afraid to blow your… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Ian nodded his approval. “I've always liked a woman that understood the value of getting out of my bed just as quick as she'd… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I couldn't tear my eyes away from the blood. As odd as it sounds, I felt irritated. I'd just cleaned that glass when I… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“You pay for that,” he told Ian as he hopped off the hood. “You pay for that, now.” Ian and Peter ignored him, circling… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“He didn't mince words. “Anyone that wants to live, get in.” His voice was deep and powerful, matching the promise his body made. He… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
