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No. He moved his lips. No. He tasted blood—his own blood, and knew in a moment, if she pulled on that chain, if she yanked it away, it would be her blood. In his mouth. Her skin, her blood. Hot and sweet, so thick and filled with her...sliding down his throat, warming his belly, filling him. Yes, yes."

"'A bath ... Oh, yes, please!' she replied, looking down at the once-beautiful rose-pink gown. Torn, stained, the ruffles and trims flattened... She hadn't had the courage to glance in the mirror, for fear of what she'd see. 'Right,' said Voss, pausing as he dug through a satchel. 'I was speaking of a bath for myself...but of course, ladies first.'"

"Maia realized suddenly that her face was buried in a broad, cotton-covered chest, warm and solid and very, very wide. It smelled fresh and sharp and like some pungent herb. At just about the same moment as the blast of embarrassed heat rushed over her face, Corvnidale said, 'I do hope you aren't wiping your nose on my shirt, Miss Woodmore.'"

Um, yeah. Dimitri is going to kill Voss. The title for the next chapter: "The Aftermath of a Jest Gone Awry." What an understatement.

Oh ho! I know who you are. Sneaky, sneaky, Gleason, bringing in a character from the Gardellas ...

"Apparently studying was what Dimitri did instead of socializing. Studying, researching. Trying to find a way to break a covenant with the devil. Poor damned sot. There was no way to break the unholy bargain."

"He appreciated the way she would come to consciousness under his touch. Most often, like a cat—stretching and sighing, with a languorous roll. Warm skin and creased cheeks, and most of all, the soft, hot valley between her breasts. His gentle strokes and nuzzling lips brought her slowly awake to delicious pleasure, and once she opened her eyes, his own would be there ... glowing, coaxing and easing any hesitation."

"'But they'll grow too old or too poor or they'll die and their days will be over. Ours—mine—goes for eternity. It will never change. I'll never be too old to fuck—' 'Ah, yes, the monotony of it all. Do you never get tired of indulgences? Pleasure? You remain the same for eternity—unless you land on a stake. And then what happens? What has your devil promised you then?'"

"Voss rolled over and opened his eyes. He found himself lying in a massive bed of twisted sheets next to a great, yellow pool of sunshine. At the same time, he realized that his head pounded and the room was altogether unsteady. His mouth felt as if he'd been sucking on a piece of rag all night. The window was wide-open and not only did the sun pour in, but so did fresh summer air. Blasted birds were singing."

"He was so furious he couldn't grasp an appropriate curse and instead bellowed, 'Go away.' He was going to kill Chas Woodmore. There were so many ways to do so to a mortal, and he was going to find the one that took the longest. And if Cezar Moldavi happened to beat him to it, Dimitri was going to stake himself just so he could find Woodmore in the afterlife and murder him again."

"Like a prick, a smooth slide, and then the burst of heat ... Hot liquid surged from her skin, exploded from her vein. She felt him sigh and settle against her even as she froze, unable to move as he drank from her. A scream strangled in the back of her throat. No. She pushed at him, even as the warmth drained from her, tears filling her eyes, horror paralyzing her. Betrayal. Fear."

"'Call me Voss.' Blast it. She shrugged, still watching him, and the shadows in the dip of her collarbones shifted temptingly. His gums swelled, ready to push the incisors free and he swore he smelled her blood again. Somehow. Was it she who was becoming foxed, or he?"

"'Your choice of accommodations seems to be deteriorating,' she said, gesturing to the space. 'The chair is likely the safest place,' he said, sweeping off his smothering cloak. He settled it over the nearest chair and indicated for her to sit. And all of a sudden, he felt awkward. He was in a bedchamber, with a woman he desired. And he felt awkward."

"Voss's breath deepened as he gripped the door frame. She was so very lovely. But ... her eyes. It was her eyes that captured him: clearly annoyed, beckoning, intelligent. And wise. It was the wisdom there, the peace, that tugged at him."

"Voss found himself lulled by the strains of music and the feminine company - and young, hard males as well, for those who tended toward that preference. He confessed to having tried that once, early on after realizing he was to live forever, and when he was very drunk. But in the end it hadn't appealed, and he returned to the lush flesh of women instead of the hard muscle of men."

Oh man. The Mexican boy I have a crush on is going to be in my house tomorrow night.

Was Rubey and her brothel in the Gardellas? She and it feel very familiar ...

"What is it that you thought might happen, walking in the moonlight with me?" he asked. "Perhaps the experience of your first kiss?" "Oh," she said, her breath gone again at the dark light in his eyes. Yet, she managed to say, "I've already experienced my first kiss." Those glittering eyes narrowed with pleasure and he whispered, "I'm rather pleased to hear you say that. Now, let us see about making you forget it."

Lots of pseudo-science and random interviews of Jenny's "friends," and all in all not funny or informative in any way - unless you're a bitter single woman who loves spiritual fads.

I've had four authors send me friend requests in the last 2 days. These are authors I don't read, and they have like, 3000 friends and less than 100 books shelved. Anyone else having this happen to them too? I normally only get 1 author a month do this to me, so this seems strange.

Very limited offer on the nook with 3G + wifi (http://www.woot.com/) - it's refurbished and is $99 - but retail is $199. This site is legit, but they only offer their deals for 24 hours or until they sell out. Comparisons for all of the nooks to see if this one is right for you! I don't like ebooks, but I know there are a ton of you on here who do.

Dang it, this is making me want to catch up on the two episodes of Vampire Diaries I'm behind on. Voss reminds me of Damon in a way, with his manipulation and dirty information gathering techniques.

I guess I thought this was going to be funny and not a self-help book for bitter single women filled with interviews and plugs by other authors.

I kept notes on this one, it was so bad. Review to come.

So where's the fun in being a dragon shifter if you can't overpower a group of bitchy teenage girls?

"He looks beautiful standing there, and a familiar ache starts in my chest as I wonder how I can love and fear the sight of someone with the same intensity." Because you're stupid.

"With his cousins at his side. He won't be the Will who sets my draki free. And he can't be. I no longer even want him to be the boy I can't resist. It's cruel and senseless when I can't control myself enough to be around him. This way is best. I need to see him with them, remember that he's my enemy." This back and forth shit every couple of pages is really pissing me off.

"I can't control myself around him. I won't kid myself that I can anymore. I can't risk exposing the pride. Not even to keep my draki alive. And I can't risk seeing the contempt in his eyes if he learns what I am. Not to mention what his family will do if they found out. And there's Cassian ... somewhere out there. He and Will can never meet." Oh, but you know they will, and all that other stuff will happen too.