“And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in… — Mari Mancusi Copy Share Image
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“She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn’t recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam… — Melika Dannese Lux Copy Share Image
“Her name is Arabelle.” Marius felt her name sink into his chest like a long-ago lullaby waiting to be sung again.” — Juliette Cross Copy Share Image
“Tell me, Eric,” he said, licking a droplet from the corner of his mouth. “Have you ever tasted blood?” My mouth was… — Melika Dannese Lux Copy Share Image
