She was a piece of Heaven he wanted to own. And he, was the flames of Hell she wanted to tame. "You must be tired." The unparalleled face softens with an indulging smile, and I nod hastily like a chick pecking at grains. My reason, wisdom, and rationality became words of a foreign tongue when the fingers tangled among...
Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To...
After escaping from the werewolves that wanted her dead, Marcy Davins is living the life as an art curator in a south american museum. She's got a new name, a new job, a new boyfriend, even an adopted daughter... All in a world recently introduced to the supernatural (thanks in part to her). But no matter how many tim...