Rachel knew what she was doing. And when she didn't, she could improvise on the fly, coming up with options that left a lot of collateral damage but usually only hurt herself, not the people around her. It was one of the things he would never admit that he admired about her.
Kim HarrisonTags: humor romance paranormal urban-fantasy rachel-morgan jenks into-the-woods trent-kalamack
Aku juga menyukainya. Terlalu menyukainya sehingga tidak bisa kukatakan.
Heather WebberTags: romance mystery paranormal
Aku berharap dia ada disini, titik.
Heather WebberTags: romance mystery paranormal
94 was a good year to be twelve. Star Wars still had two more years as Box Office King, cartoons were still hand-drawn, and the Disney "D" still looked like a backwards "G." Words like "Columbine," "Al Qaeda" and "Y2K" were not synonymous with "terror," and 9-1-1 was an emergency number instead of a date. At twelve years old, summer still mattered. Monarch caterpillars still crawled beneath every milkweed leaf. Dandelions (or "wishes" as Mara called them) were flowers instead of pests. And divorce was still considered a tragedy. Before Mara, carnivals didn't make me sick.
Jake Vander-ArkTags: romance nostalgia paranormal coming-of-age 90s
She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an inch taller than me, two with the ponytail; smooth cheeks and darling brown eyes that marbled in luscious contrast with her magnolia skin; cream, melting to peach, melting to pink. She beamed like a cherub without the baby fat; a tender neck; pristine lips that would never part for a dirty word. Her body--of no interest to me at the time--was wrapped from neck to toes with home-made footie pajamas, the kind they make for toddlers, but I didn’t laugh; the girl filled that silly one-piece ensemble as if it were couture.
Jake Vander-ArkTags: singing paranormal coming-of-age puppy-love perfect-girl
I mean,” her mother paused to choose her words, “maybe you’ll get involved in some school related activities, or join a team, or maybe meet a nice boy.”
“Ugh,” Keely groaned, “I don’t have time for that stuff mom. We’ve talked about this.”
“Because of the little ghost...searching…thingy you and Tad do?”
“It’s called paranormal investigation mom.”
“It’s called being antisocial.
Tags: humor paranormal ghosts supernatural proof demons the-society
It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.
Randy RussellTags: romance death paranormal
Jana looked beyond him and saw Mars. She ate Mars for breakfast with her eyes.
Randy RussellTags: romance death paranormal
My Ancestor Series of adventure-thrillers run like a raging river. I'm now in the editing process with my next thriller, "The Apothecary." Please go to my website for excerpts, synopses, and book trailers of all my works: http://www.gracepublisihing.org.
Marshall ChamberlainTags: paranormal thriller metaphysical ancient-technology science-fiction-thrillers adventure-thriller
I can smell your blood now. I can smell it in every room of the house.
Jolie du PreTags: horror monsters paranormal jolie-du-pre litria the-m-series zxxtergins
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