When I Write, I Get

We’d Spent Years As Adversaries, Two Predators Sharing Territory And A Certain, Unwelcome Attraction. Somehow, During All Those Years I Spent Outwardly Acquiescing To His Demands While Making Sure I Held My Own, I’d Won His Respect. I’d Had Werewolves Love Me And Hate Me, But I’d Never Had One Respect Me Before. Not Even Samuel. Adam Respected Me Enough To Act On My Suspicions. It Meant A Lot.

Anna Looked At Brother Wolf. ‘i’d Like To See Someone Try To Put A Radio Control Collar On Charles. It Might Be Fun To Watch On Youtube.

Don’t Lick The Guests, Darling. Bad Manners.

You'd Tell The World What Your Best Friend Wore To Sleep If You Thought It Made A Good Enough Story.

You Are A Sick, Sick Man,” I Told Him. “thank You,” Ben Replied, Looking Modest.