Midnight Pleasures (Wild Wulfs of London #0) The Isle of Blood (The Monstrumologist #3)
Kendrick shouldered past the massive commander and walked into the room. Lying serenely in the bed in the center of the room was his baby brother. Wires and tubes were everywhere, connecting him to the many beeping machines.
Gunner chuckled. Raleigh keeps looking over here. She’s waiting on a reaction out of you.She wasn’t getting one. I shrugged and opened my textbook.
Trapped (The Iron Druid Chronicles #5)
That’s cold, Ashby. Like, seriously cold-blooded. That’s why you’re a monster on the field. You just don’t give a shit. If he only knew. I gave a shit about something. Something that was tearing me apart.Nothing to care about, I replied.Nash said you were pissed at him about talking to Brady’s cousin. I told him you were right.
Haunted (Anna Strong Chronicles #8)
This time I turned my head to actually look at Gunner. I’ll shut that down this afternoon on the field.Gunner smirked. You gonna let him walk away on both his legs?
Gunner laughed in response. I’ll be Instagraming that shit.
Mr. Halter came into the room and started giving us reading instructions. Thank God, I’d get a nap in this class.He had no idea what the hell that meant in this context.
Fisher Instagrams his whole life, for ‘branding’ and his fans or whatever. If he’s updated in the last few hours or so, at least I’ll know what he’s up to.She typed something into the search bar on her phone while she talked.
Sorceress of Darshiva (The Malloreon #4)
I blocked him on everything, so he can’t contact me, but if I’m logged out, I can still see . . . oh my God, Carlos. Look at this! He’s in Vegas!She turned her phone around so he could see the video of Fisher dancing terribly at some club. He let out a shout of laughter.
Wow. He scooted closer to her so they could both watch. My God, she smelled good. He wanted to stay this close to her on the couch for a long time. Is this guy for real? Play it again.She played his video four or five more times, and they laughed harder every time.
This is almost as good as the middle-finger ring picture, she said, still laughing.He raised his eyebrows at her.
What middle-finger ring picture?Oh my God. I’m so sorry. I didn’t show you. You and Angela left before we looked at his texts. Look at this picture he sent me.