A Hunger Like No Other (Immortals After Dark, #1)

by Kresley Cole

“Werewolves like the blues. Who knew?”

“The only thing that could’ve made that wrestling any better was Jell-O.”

Are they no’ obsessed with shiny things? A bauble or two should suffice.” Bowe raised his brows. “Let me know how that works out for you.”

He needed to learn that in the last seven days, she’d become a creature with which one did not fuck.

“For me?” Always for you. All things for you. He coughed into his fist. “All your own.”

When he watched her sleeping, he often thought, My heart lies vulnerable outside my chest.

“Emma the Unlikely . . . the killer of kings.”

His voice was so strong, so like Lachlain’s when he said, “Because that’s my queen, and I’ll die for her.”

“I followed you. Emma, I’ll always come for you.”

“You’ll stay with me?” “Always.” Her hips arched up to him. “You love me?” “Always, Emmaline,” he grated against her lips. “Always. So damn much you make me mad with it.”