“A rat, Evie,” she murmured. “A rat on my table . . . gnaws the threads . . . the salamander stares at me from the shadows . . . the serpent coils around the tree . . . and… — Kresley Cole Copy Share Image
“Evie," she murmured, reaching down to pull the covers up to her chest. "That's what my father and my friends call me." "Are we finally ready for first names?" A teasing smile lurked in the corners of his lips. "Sebastian,"… — Lisa Kleypas Copy Share Image
