“Orlando had a Pinto, a car that hadn't been in existence for thirty-plus years. He still hadn't figured out why a strong, strapping werewolf would want one. Orlando said it was because he'd customized it. Painted pink with purple stripes,… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I just hope I'm around long enough to see it through.” Sara said, looking uncertain. “All of us wonder that, at some point or… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn't know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Werewolves never joke about age,” he said solemnly. “Why not?” Connor shrugged, a smile teasing his lips. “I dunno,” he finally admitted. “I just… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Leave me alone, or I will shoot,” a woman’s husky voice rang out through the broken window. “I'm not too afraid to blow your… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“Ian nodded his approval. “I've always liked a woman that understood the value of getting out of my bed just as quick as she'd… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I couldn't tear my eyes away from the blood. As odd as it sounds, I felt irritated. I'd just cleaned that glass when I… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“I was surprised to feel the tears running down my cheeks. Was this part of the reason fate had brought Arabella and I together… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“You pay for that,” he told Ian as he hopped off the hood. “You pay for that, now.” Ian and Peter ignored him, circling… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
“He didn't mince words. “Anyone that wants to live, get in.” His voice was deep and powerful, matching the promise his body made. He… — Rose Wynters Copy Share Image
