“Surely it wasn’t possible to be soul-bonded to two people. And why did I suddenly want a margarita?” — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“Stealth was not the reason Simon the werewolf had been hired for his job. He trundled down the hall with the grace of an… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“Surely it wasn’t possible to be soul-bonded to two people. And why did I suddenly want a margarita?” — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“Eugenia’s mouth formed an O shape, her eyes wide and a little wet. Now I had not only told her Santa wasn’t real, I’d… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“I wondered if full-blooded vampires had something like blue balls for their fangs if they didn’t get to feed when they were expecting to.… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“Desmond, I’m sorry. If I’ve offended you or your position in any way, it was unintentional.” He seemed to relax a little. “You have… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“You know how Lucas is. He's the most spoiled toddler in the sandbox, and if he doesn't get his way, he packs up his… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“How sad is it that in my world a human killer would be the best-case scenario?” — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“...Fate forced me to become a two-man woman. But there was no effing way I could be a four-man woman. Even metaphysics couldn't keep… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“I hope you’re given the opportunity to insult me again in the future. From whatever position you’d like.” — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“Detective Castilla, your Secret is safe with me." She blinked with surprise, and I groaned. "God, Holden. How long have you been waiting to… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“You asked me what the negative is for me? When you went limp, I saw every chance I had for happiness die with you.” — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“Nonsense. Everyone knows Canadians are a peaceful people.” He was laughing now. “Tell that to the White House circa 1812,” I told him. “Oh?… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“She was speaking in tongues?" "What da f**k else she gonna speak with?" Veda rolled her eyes. I saw no reason to explai, so… — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
“A waning moon hung over the cityscape like a Cheshire cat’s looming smile.” — Sierra Dean Copy Share Image
