37 Quotes by Trina M. Lee

After killing Harley Kayson, my vampire lover’s sire, and taking over the club, I’d been forced to look around and accept the cold hard fact that I ran a whorehouse for vampires. There was no way to sugar-coat it. Just call me, “Madam.

Wherever Sinclair is, he can take care of himself. You have more important things to do right now. Like stay alive.” With a shake of his dark head, Arys steered me inside with a hand on my waist. “You have this tendency to taunt death, my love. It’s frustrating.

Vampires horde information like its toilet paper in a natural disaster.

Are you sure you’re up for that after the wolfsbane?” “Please,” she scoffed. “That may have slowed down a regular shifter, but neither you or I are quite normal, are we? That idiot said he gave us enough to drop a bear. Should have used the elephant dose.

Jez cackled, throwing more liquor down her throat. “You so need to be cut off,” I murmured softly, but her wildcat ears easily heard me. “And you need to join the party. By the end of the night, this place will be yours.” She shoved a shooter across the table and raised one to match in cheers.

Piercings in his ears, nose and lip revealed his edgy nature. He was casual in faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt that hugged his well-muscled chest in all of the right places. His eyes were a deep, drowning blue. His hair was slightly spiky and bedroom messy with just a hint of the early Elvis style. To say that I found him attractive would be putting it lightly. He was absolutely gorgeous.

This isn’t my first circus, sweetheart. I don’t mess with you addictive types. Anymore.

Baggage. We all had it. Mine was starting to get pretty heavy.

More blood flowed as Kale and I killed together yet again. Enablers, that’s what we were to each other, an excuse, someone to blame for making it so easy to give in to the weakness again.