A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

— Katherine McIntyre

Aggression like this demanded slinging the first punch in a bar brawl, firing rounds at a range, or setting a car on fire.

— Katherine McIntyre

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

— Katherine McIntyre

A lazy smile reached his lips. “The mere sight of me shirtless takes your mind there? Good to know. I’d rather a solid fuck than getting my Mayas out.

— Katherine McIntyre

Are you telling me Kara Orris is afraid of the rain?” Hunter’s grin twisted into a smirk as his eyes lit up, relishing his new discovery with absolute delight. “Why, that’s adorable!

— Katherine McIntyre

As she’d walked along this street, a million stars stretched across an indigo canvas, holding all the freedom she’d yearned for every night.

— Katherine McIntyre

As the sky faded to night, her anger dissipated—but not in a healing way, just dulled, like forged iron sizzling in a cold pail of water.

— Katherine McIntyre

A sullied green “S” stood out on a graying backdrop that made for a road marker up there. We called it the wasteland.

— Katherine McIntyre

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

— Katherine McIntyre

Because if I fell any deeper for the way his eyes crinkled with his smile or his habit of tapping on his nose to emphasize a point, my ship would be sunk.

— Katherine McIntyre