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

by Kresley Cole

Couples strolling hand in hand along the gravel walk seemed to mock her loneliness. Was it just her, or did lovers look more adoringly at each other in this city? Especially in the springtime. Die, bastards.

looked like a siren and behaved like a frat pledge.

One compliment, and Emma—who’d never suspected she was easy—relaxed.

How such a handsome façade could mask an ungovernable animal was beyond her understanding.

Emma believed that they had saved her life, but they’d compromised it as well. That lesser evil they’d chosen shaped every day of her life.

“The next man I take into my bed will accept me for what I am and won’t look at me with disgust for the way I’m forced to survive. I want a man who goes out of his way to make me comfortable instead of the opposite. Which means you’ve disqualified yourself from the competition from night one.”

Why wasn’t she more confident in herself? She was lovely, her mind was sharp, and deep down she had fire.

Stockholm syndrome. Identifying with your bullying captor? Check. Forming an attachment to him? Check. But in all fairness to herself, how many captors—actively acquiring—were six-and-a-half-foot-tall gods with delicious, sun-darkened skin, the coolest accent, and the warmest, hardest body she’d ever dreamed of? All this and he liked to wrap that body around her? All this and he thought she was beautiful.

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

you must be the soothsayer.” “I prefer predeterminationally abled, thank you.”

“It’s not if you castrate an entire Roman legion, it’s if they believe you did. Perception is everything.”

“Now that I ken that you love me, I’ll hold this over you and make you take care of me.”

“While you’ve been running around growling ‘mine,’ I’ve been silently saying it right back at you.”