“Alex resisted the urge to throw Seb off the balcony and see if he could fly.” — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
There's always that discussion about fiction about how do you market it - these are books for boys, these are books for girls, these… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
“You know that half the girls in school would have been after you." He gave a soft laugh. "If they were into someone who… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
He kissed me, so gently at first that I melted. I pressed close against him as the kiss deepened, curling my arms around his… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
“I had my arms around his waist, smiling as I looked up at him. Being with Alex made me so completely happy, in an… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
After a long time, I cleared my throat. “So anyway, when we get to Nevada...I think we should rethink your dad’s rule.” Alex glanced… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
“But I saw your aura looking healthy again, then looking sick after a hunt. And you keep getting migraines. You should take better care… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
“Wow," she said weakly. "That's even more amazing than I thought it would be." Alex's arms were still looped around her waist; it took… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
Alex grabbed our things from the bike and bought them inside; then he fastened the tent closed, securing us in. "Come here, babe, I'll… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
'Harry Potter' made it cool to read children's fiction, and 'Twilight' did the same for a slightly older age group. What I'm seeing is… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
Hey, you've got the girl, I've got the picture. That's fair, right? — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
Willow, things feel more uncertain than ever now," He said finally. "But I love you. For as long as I live - if that's… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
Willow nestled against him. He smoothed her long hair down the back of her T-shirt, feeling its softness. In a few moments she fell… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
There was no way that I wanted him to stop touching me, even for a few hours. My pulse thudded as I glanced across… — L.A. Weatherly Copy Share Image
