“No, I don’t buy into that you have to love them because you’re related to them tripe. Life is short. At least for you humans. Too short to waste on people who treat you badly and do nothing but make… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“Slowly, Dana walked around the long table and stared at them. The moment stretched. They sent her encouraging smiles. “Okay,” she announced, “I’m not… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“I stole some of your lollipops.” “Really. Well, if you’re in the mood to lick something . . .” She laughed. “We can hear… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“I’m at Fetzer Hall now and am about to sweep through the soldiers between us like a fucking tidal wave.” “Damn it, we need… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“As he teased her lips with his tongue, she palmed his erection. “Want to do something about this while we wait for the cleanup… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“I’m a grown woman and can take care of myself. If someone has a problem with my feelings for Bastien and thinks I shouldn’t… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time, Bastien.” His smile slowly faded. “Nor have I.” “I’m not going to refrain from exploring… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“Moving closer, Dana cupped Aidan’s face in both hands. His jaw was as smooth as it looked. His skin warm. His eyes tormented. Her… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“Roland was quite possibly the most aggravating, antisocial immortal on the planet. Seeing him cuddle and nurture a black and white kitten that could… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“He’s an immortal from Brazil,” Chris said. “His mortal lover, whom he thought was completely trustworthy, videotaped them having sex—” “Awesome!” Sheldon interjected with… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“I did not need to see that … I mean I really did not need to see that. Jenna, honey, grab one of my… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“Damn it, we need some of those men left alive to—” “All you’re getting are corpses. When you send the cleanup crew, send a… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
“Sit down,” she ordered, nodding toward her bed. He cast it an uncertain look. “I can’t. I’ll stain the covers.” She stared at him.… — Dianne Duvall Copy Share Image
