Mine, ... Mine Is What She Is.

And Thus Charles Found Himself Wandering Around A Hotel, Trailing Federal Agents As He Held A Cardboard Coffee Cup Holder In Each Hand, Instead Of Out Killing Misbehaving Werewolves.

Why Is It That All Cars Are Women? Because They're Fussy And Demanding.

I Didn't Like Anyone Except Me Having Their Hands All Over Him. There Had Been Possession In Wolf's Touch, And Adam Belonged To Me.

Time Was Such An Odd Thing. One Moment You Could Talk To Someone, Then Suddenly, They Were Gone.

The Warmth Of His Body Shouldn’t Have Felt Good. He Was Angry And Every Muscle Was Tense. It Was Like Being Leaned On By A Very Heavy, Warm Brick. A Sexy Brick.