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Come to the Dark Side. We have chocolate.
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Jenn: Do you love him? Ani: Yeah, I do. Jenn: Then you can forgive him. It's not worth it to let love slip through your hands.
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Why did people run around in random directions when shooting started instead of literally hitting the deck to stay out of the line of fire? How stupid could you get?
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Sure.” Olivia smirked. “Good ol’ New York Public Library. I’m sure it’s up to date on the latest Demons that escape through well-guarded Demon Gates.
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Jesus Christ.” The fury on Nick’s face was enough to send me reeling and he hit the table hard enough with his hand that it made the plates and the silverware on the table bounce and clatter. “You give me the names and approximate location of those men who gave you that ultimatum and I’ll kill every goddamned one of them.” I sighed before I said quietly. “I already did.
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A Touch of Crimson explodes with passion and heat. A hot, sexy angel to die for and a gutsy heroine make for one exciting read!
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Rhyannon Byrd has a gift for beautiful, sensual storytelling.
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JUST LIKE CANDY is a delicious, decadent treat.
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It’s when I have to acknowledge the past and all of those nameless, faceless people I’d assassinated, that I unravel inside.
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Zane brought her hand to his chest, over his heart and she felt the strong rapid beat through his shirt. “Feel that?” His throat worked as he swallowed. “It would break if I fell for you and anything happened that would take you away from me.” --Zane to Willow in 'The Edge of Sin' in the Real Men Last all Night anthology
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3 3 3. Only half evil.
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Sometimes you know that no one can replace the person you love, and your heart will never be the same.
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People like you are the reason People like me need medication.
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Cat will have you staked in five seconds flat.
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Hellooo.” I held out my arm. “An amethyst woman with blue hair is telling you this.” She reached out and scraped her short nails over my arm. I snatched my arm back. “Ow.” Not body makeup.” She frowned and peered at the roots of my hair. “A good die-job or you’ve really got blue hair.” For now,” I said. “I’m half Drow.” She raised an eyebrow. Dark Elves.” Uh-huhhhh.” During the day I look normal, like you.” With an amused look she held up her arm, showing her dark, golden skin. “You’re Kenyan and Puerto Rican?
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