“Mr. Normal stepped forward and offered him a Scotch bottle. "You look like you could use some." Yeah, you think? Butch took a swig. "Thanks." "So can we kill him now?" said the one with the goatee and the baseball… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“It’s Okay, Mom.” The little girl grinned impishly. “Max will be pretty with pink nails.” “Oh I brought my A-game,” the vampire snorted as he sat on the other couch. “Bout Time,” Janie retorted” — Rebecca Zanetti Copy Share Image
