Lover Unleashed (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #9)

by J.R. Ward

It mattered not whether the prey was slayer or human or animal or wolfen. Blood would flow.

What is this wolfen that we are speaking of.

Undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm, she leaned forward, flashing him a set of breasts that didn’t so much defy gravity as flip it off, insult its mother, and piss on its shoes.

I like that sentence

With crystal clarity, he saw his sister astride a horse, going at a gallop on the edge of a forest. There was no saddle, no bridle, and her hair was unfurled and streaming behind her in the moonlight.

Oh

horse-pital?