Lora

“I’d have been dead a long time ago if not for my friends, one of whom had just jumped off the cliff after me.
I’d have been a lot more appreciative if he hadn’t pushed me first." ~Cassandra Palmer”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“Is anything going to kill me if I use your bathroom?" I finally asked.
"Knowing you?" Pritkin's voice was muffled since he hadn't raised his head.
I frowned. "Is that a yes?"
A couple of fingers came up to massage his temple. "That is a no. Assuming you didn't bring anything deadly along with you.”
― Karen Chance, Tempt the Stars

“I drank some too-hot coffee and scowled at him, annoyed although I couldn't remember why. The light from the lounge was leaking in, highlighting his spiky blond hair. I decided that must be it.
"You really hate my hair, don't you?" he asked, a smile flickering over his lips so fast I might have imagined it.
"Yeah"
"Why?"
I reached out to touch it, and was surprised as always to find it mostly soft. Just a little stiff in places from whatever product he used on it. It felt weird, imagining Pritkin having anything in his hair but sweat. But he must have; nobody's did that all on its own.
"It's like...angry hair," I said, trying to pat it down and failing miserably.
He caught my wrist. "Most people would say that suits me."
"I'm not most people."
"I know.”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon

“I’d like for you to tell me who you are.” The man blinked.

“David Dryden.”

I just looked at him.

“Your one o’clock?”

“My one o’clock what?”

“Date,” the third vamp said, grinning.

“For what?” I asked, confused.

“Well, you know.”

The mage looked a little awkward suddenly. “The usual.”

“I think we’ve got a contender here, boys,” the brunet said.

“Smooth operator,” the second vamp agreed.”
― Karen Chance, Hunt the Moon