You are a vampire. That’s big news in my world. I don’t generally date the living dead. What sort of dead do you usually date?

You ran away from an adorable Irishman who wanted to se you naked?

Given the way his night had been going so far, he didn’t have time to go to jail.

Ella squeezed, wringing a groan from his throat that echoed the torments of the damned. Usually, though, the damned didn’t lean into the torment in a silent entreaty for more. Or so she assumed. She didn’t think hell was likely to be kinky.

Now that I’ve met you and spoken to you and felt you and tasted you, I’m done. That’s it. You’re the end for me.

Time I have only just a minute. Only sixty seconds in it. Forced upon me, can’t refuse it. Didn’t seek it, didn’t choose it. But it’s up to me to use it. I must suffer if I lose it. Give account if I abuse it, Just a tiny little minute but eternity is in it.

Watch it, buster. There's only room for one sarcastic malcontent in this relationship.

She stretched beneath him, bare and aching, held captive by an entirely new form of magic, one she'd thought existed only in books and movies.

Zeke snapped his notebook shut and shoved in into a pocket. "I'm going to take a look around outside while Molly bandages up the victim. I'll need to ask her a hell of a lot of questions, but they can wait till she's conscious.""You'll get better answers that way," Jaeger said, mouth curving.

Given the way his night had been going so far, he didn't have time to go to jail.