Hmph," said Sharon . "Did you know that the numbers three and seven are sacred to vampires? There are seven vampire sects." "Seven sacred sects," I repeated. "Say that three times fast." "How about I spank you instead?" asked Patrick… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
Patrick: Is fear rith maith nά drochseasamh. Jessica:And that means what? Patrick: A good run is better than a bad stand. Jessica: Oh. And that means what? Patrick: It means, Jessica, that life is about choices. Sometimes you fight, sometimes… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
Hmph," said Sharon . "Did you know that the numbers three and seven are sacred to vampires? There are seven vampire sects." "Seven sacred… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Let's go over it again, shall we?" "We will not shape-shift in front of your children unless it's an emergency," said Drake. "And if… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Why are you naked?" "The better to feed you, m'dear." He pointed between his legs and my gaze roved along his cock. Then I… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Do you see why we must bind? I wore the chains for you, céadsearc, because I almost mated with you that first night… I… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Terrific! Have you done Step Three?" He waggled his brows as he opened up the top left drawer of my dresser. "No. Hey! Do… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Damnú air." "You're cussing!" "I refuse to admit to uttering bad words in any language." Patrick grinned and his teeth flashed white. "Jenny has… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“Psychotherapist,” I corrected. “We do the same thing as shrinks, but we use smaller words and keep our egos in check.” — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
Acceptance. We want someone to look at us, and really see us—our physical flaws, our personality quirks, our insecurities. And we want them to… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“I call upon the deamhan and the sidhe ," Ruadan prayed. "To heal their son, flesh of their flesh, magic of their magic. So… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
“The sun weeps because it can no longer caress your skin or warm your lips." He sifted his fingers through my hair. "I do… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
You look beautiful in this dress." "And yet you're trying to take it off." "You know that look that Jessica gets when she unwraps… — Michele Bardsley Copy Share Image
