• The Beauty the Hunter and the Hunted Catalyst (Vampire Apocalypse #2)

    ‘We’ve had twenty-five calls, boss. They’ve died off over the last few hours. We’re just waiting to see if they run the number again on the evening news.’

    She let out a very unlady-like curse and then marched around the front of the truck. With a grunt, he tried to reach over as a gentleman should and open her door, but she got there first—and besides, his body wouldn’t let him stretch that far.As she settled into the seat, she froze as she saw her purse.

    Pride Mates (Shifters Unbound #1)

    Putting the truck in gear, he muttered, I figured you’d want your driver’s license back.I have to be at the ball in forty-five minutes, she said as he started down her hill.You hate going to those things.

    Hellboy: Oddest Jobs (Hellboy: Odd Jobs #3)

    Do you. Congratulations. A quick fantasy of kidnapping her and keeping her from going at all played out in a very Lifetime Movie sort of way—said fantasy culminating in her going Stockholm syndrome and falling in love with her captor. Who is he?Edward took a left and just kept driving. So you’re lying.

    Check the society pages tomorrow morning, she countered in a bored tone. You can read all about it.

    I don’t get the Charlemont Courier Journal anymore.‘For what?’ he cut in sharply. I raised my head from my arms to see that his eyes were grey again. ‘Why didn’t you go? You had a chance to be free but you just came running back!’ With his change of tone, all feelings of confusion fled as something far more sinister crept in, clawing and dragging at my chest.

    ‘You’re angry,’ I murmured in a perfectly flat tone, sliding off the stool and drawing myself close to him. He got up and folded his arms across his chest, creating space between us as I closed the gap. ‘Why are you angry, Kaspar? You got what you wanted, didn’t you? A human pet for a bit longer. Someone to torment and play with, to muck up and break like you do with everyone else, because you just can’t take the fact that you’re hurting inside. Just like your father.’Even as the words flowed from my lips I could not believe I was saying them, but I knew that I couldn’t stop now. How dare he be angry? What does he have to be angry about?

    The Perfect Game (The Perfect Game #1)

    Nothing betrayed his emotions but the cool emerald of his eyes, frustratingly unaffected. His gaze followed me as I stopped with my face level to his chest, looking down and perceiving me through a gaze that could be used to scold a naughty child. His voice was slow and measured, like I needed the concept of his anger explained to me as though I was that ill-behaved child.‘I’m angry because I gave you that chance, Violet. I gave you what you had longed for. But you didn’t take it. Now you’re stuck here and you’ll come to regret it—’

    ‘I won’t—’‘You will. But you’ve blown it now; you know that, don’t you? That was your purpose: to remain human. But you’ve lost that now, so it’s when not if.’ He shook his head. ‘I just don’t know what to think of you now.’

    I stood on my tip toes, drawing myself up to my full height and refusing to be intimidated by the eyes that were now flashing red.‘That is not true! At least I’m not as cruel as you. I’ve never known what to think of you. One minute you care and the next you hate me. Make your bloody mind up like I did!’

    I turned away but he caught me, grabbing my shoulders and whipping me back around.‘At least I have good reason to be like I am. You don’t. Why did you choose to stay?’