Darkfever (Fever, #1)

by Karen Marie Moning

I think he kissed me then. It wasn’t like any kiss I’d ever felt before. And then it was dark. And I dreamed.

Don’t believe anything dead until you’ve burned it, poked around in its ashes, and then waited a day or two to see if anything rises from them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d encountered V’lane, Ms. Lane?” he said silkily. I jerked. “How did you know?” “V’lane told me.” “How do you know V’lane?” I demanded indignantly. “I know everything, Ms. Lane,” he said.

frankly, my life was a great deal less complicated before you barreled into my bookstore.”