“Death was here. The showdown wouldn't occur with the darkness of Halloween. It had come at dawn, and it bathed them in… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“Two days until Halloween, or, as the not-so-gentle folks in Crossroads, Mississippi, liked to say…two days until hell came calling.” — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“As a kid, she'd always loved Halloween. A magic night. A night when anything could happen. Monsters could be real. Magic could… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“A werewolf. The knowledge wasn't so shocking now. How could it be? He was right. She was a vampire. Not like she could judge.” — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“Once you realized just how valuable some things—some people—were, you’d fight even the devil to get them back. For her, he’d fight anyone. Everyone.” — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“The light from the hallway spilled inside her bedroom. She’d barely stepped over the threshold when he caught her. Kenton spun her around and… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her. Wow, didn’t… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“You fear me.” “I’d be a fool not to.” A werewolf with glowing eyes and razor sharp claws. Um, yes, a smart girl would… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“We might be a bit slow on some things down in the South, but we know murder.” — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“Slowly, Cade turned to face her. “Why?” She lifted her hand and saw the blood on her fingertips. “Because you couldn’t die for me.”… — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
“But sometimes, the things you wanted most were the things that would destroy you.” — Cynthia Eden Copy Share Image
