A Shadow in the Reaping (The Shadow Realm, #1)

by Brynne Weaver

Is he hot? I bet he's really hot.” “He's a demon, so yeah, he runs a little on the warm side.”

I haven't had my morning blofee.

'I'm feeling FANGTASTIC' mug

The Attraction and Annihilation game. I will subdue him with my feminine charms and then I will destroy him. Maybe I'll destroy them all.

Be careful, Reaper. You're in danger of convincing yourself you know what to do with a woman like me.

“You can trust me.” Well shit. I'll tell you one thing. If I've learned anything in my five thousand years on this hunk of space rock hurtling itself around the sun, it's this: Nothing good ever came from those four words.

“Don't be afraid, vampire, that anaconda won't bite.”

It's like he has his own gravity in this room.

A dark star, a celestial power, beautiful yet deadly. I feel like he pulls me in.

That wound in my heart seems to bleed at the sight of that lopsided grin.

“You are like the wind or the sea, like an elemental force of nature. You feared me and yet I'm the one who is left defenseless as you dismantle my walls, stone by stone.”

“My vicious, elemental vampire,”

Note to self: demon hates the word cuddle. Must use more frequently.

An executioner tending to blooms, caring for rare flowers.

“You are a force of nature,” he says to me. “An elemental force of nature.”

“No. You belong to you, vampire. But I will cherish any part you're willing to share with me.”

“I'll share every part that you're willing to take, and I'll take any part that you're willing to give,”

Not fucking happening. You didn't see the hybrid's dick. It was abnormally huge. What if it makes my labia into a parachute?

I'm not just falling into love, I've landed in the very depths of it.