Lizzie’s Diary – Entry 6

“Liz! Where’ve you been?” His greeting broke the spell that held their friend’s attention. The two exchanged a quick, one-handed embrace before she moved on to greet Gavin in the same fashion. “Nowhere special--I just needed some space.” “Space alone or space with Mr. Sexy Biker Friend?” the junior countered, one eyebrow cocked. Lizzie’s jaw dropped. “H-He’s just a friend!” The underclassmen swapped knowing gazes as they continued toward the parking lot, shrugging off her claim. “Yeah, okay. Whatever you say.”

Scarlett Moon, Chapter 1

A hand appeared before her; she took it without hesitation, gripping their forearm as they did hers. A coughing fit overtook her, the sound of her own ailment easing her senses back. She used the inside of her shirt to wipe away her tears, clearing her vision just enough to allow her to study the one who came to her aid. She let out another scream when she saw him.

Monty – Entry VI

"The brand on your shoulder--I've seen similar brands on the bodies of bandits belonging to two of the most dangerous clans in the region: the Peters and the Shaws," he analyzed. "They're the only families I know of who scar their children as a way to identify them. Yours is new to me."

"That's 'cause none of us have died yet," she shrugged, meeting his piercing eyes. "My brothers and sisters and me are part of a new clan. Our daddy is Jeb Peters and our momma is Kitty Shaw."

Lizzie’s Diary – Entry 5

"Knowing him, he actually might be..." The human grumbled.

The prince offered her a contrite smile. "Still don't like him?"

"Why would I?" Lizzie demanded. "Mona might have forgiven him, but I haven't."

Monty seemed to hesitate before responding; his expression had shifted from apologetic to stern as his emerald eyes became unfocused. It was only a for a moment, but Lizzie could recall this same distracted demeanor from their short time spent as roommates.