I wondered what one wore to visit a vampire. The chic red sweater set didn't go so well with my darker hair, and I was afraid it might be construed as a flirtatious invitation to color me bloodier.
Karen Marie MoningTag: mac
Holy water at my wrists and behind my ears; my version of Eau de Don'tbiteme
Karen Marie MoningTag: mac
Omnipotent not omniscient. We are frequently blinded by how much we see.
Karen Marie MoningIf I have to chain you to a fucking wall to protect you from your own stupidity, I will!
Wrists. Beam. Chained already Barrons. Come up with a new threat.
I'd vowed years ago to go to the grave the same way I'd been born, just a lot more wrinkly.
Karen Marie MoningTag: mac
Being nearly naked around Barrons felt a lot like going to a shark convention lightly basted in blood.
Karen Marie MoningNuns? They'd take one look at Barrons and decide the devil himself had come knockng. He not only looked dangerous, he emanated something that made even me feel like crossing myself sometimes, and I'm not religious.
Karen Marie MoningAll those 'bloodys' was a veritable cornucopia of emotion for Barrons.
Karen Marie MoningHis coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.
Karen Marie MoningGoor or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
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