Katherine McIntyre

Too late; my awkwardness had already made an unforgettable appearance, so, of course, I couldn__ be let off the hook.

Geoff__ arm emanated with a solid warmth I longed for after our days aboard S.S. British-Craphole.

Despite the cold chill, she burned inside with a hunger she didn__ want to dismiss. Not tonight.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn__ want to surface.

Her lips against his, the sun soaking into their skin, and the sweet, fragrant breezes that wafted through this isolated picnic area was nothing short of perfection.

My dad had always said to not trust something unless it__ taken a tumble in the dirt. He__ meant it for people, and for things. Shiny and new didn__ exist for humankind any more.

A thousand words blossomed to her lips and died there, because no amount of speaking could communicate the depths of how he__ affected her. Of how he__ changed her.

Once upon a time, he might__e chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn__ deserve.

Shards flew everywhere, slicing her hands, her forearm, and cascading to the floor like snow glistening on a winter morning.

They__ reached the point of no return, and she wanted to throw herself into the fire until the flames melted away the years of ice that claimed her.

Since her time in the necromancer__ clutches, she was still recovering lost memories from the quicksand of her mind. They__ drop like nuclear bombs, freezing her at the worst time as visuals which should__e stayed forever buried bubbled to the surface.

I sent a silent prayer up to the Phoenix to keep her safe a little longer, because I would tear the shifters limb for limb until I got my baby sister back.

We deal with so many nightmares on a regular basis. When I__ watching a horror movie, there__ a pattern, a sense of control in them. I__ just an observer, not having to deal with any of the repercussions. It__ a nice dream to think monsters play by the rules, that they__e got a pattern you can unlock and follow. Real life__ messy, and the chaos leaves you devastated in the wake.

Everyone__ searching for someone to end the pain of loneliness. Even the darkest of souls wants a shot at redemption.

He__ fallen in the trap before of believing she had the cold soul of an ice queen, but moments like these, it seemed more like she__ been encased a long time ago and couldn__ break free.

Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.

She felt him smile against her neck and bit down, the sensation sending shivers through her. __ad girl. If you keep doing that, I__l have you stripped and on your back before you can blink.