“The secret about tigers,” he said, blinking owlishly, “is that tigers bounce.” Before I could even process the ridiculousness of that, he leaned forward and kissed me. Jack was a champion kisser, even while drunk. I threw my arms around his neck, because my brain started to melt into my shoes. That’s when the universe exploded around us…” MysteryWitchesShifterTigerDark Magic Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“You can shoot a gun. You just can't hit anything you aim at.” Shifter RomanceRomantic Mystery Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“You don't actually know much about tigers, do you?" "Orange and white stripes, long tails, and an excessive love for frosted cereal.” Shifter RomanceRomantic Mystery Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“Jeremiah had said Dead End was like New York, but with fewer naked cowboys. I'd responded that New York was like Dead End, but with fewer gator wranglers.” RomanceMysteryShifter Romance Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“Tess, someone just dumped a dead body at your back door." "Not again," I moaned. He whirled around. "Not again? What the hell does that mean?" My knees gave out, and I collapsed back against the counter. "That's how I found Jeremiah.” Shifter RomanceRomantic Mystery Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“There’s just not a huge market in used skulls these days.” MysteryWeretiger Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“Everybody knows you can dispose of a body in the swamp and it will never be found until somebody cuts open a gator one day and sees bones.” MysteryWeretiger Book:Dead Eye Source: Dead Eye
“A man named Lucky walked into my pawnshop carrying a skull and a pie tin. The skull was not in the pie tin, to be fair, but it was not the kind of thing I took in for pawn, either. It was human. "Please tell me that's fake," I said, torn between competing impulses to clutch my head or call the sheriff. Lucky, who had a super cute, blue-eyed, blond-haired, boy-next-door thing going on, but with muscles that showed he just happened to be ex-Special Forces, squinted at me. "No, it's not fake, it's the pan from the pecan pie you baked for Molly last week. She asked me to drop it by." I took a long, deep, breath. "No. The skull. Please tell me the skull is fake. Halloween decoration you want to pawn, maybe?" He laughed. "Oh. Sorry. No, it's real. I'm on my way to find the sheriff and thought I'd drop off your pan. I didn't want to leave the skull in the car because what if someone broke into my car and stole it?" I stared at him for a moment, because what were the odds that someone would: 1) break into his car, and 2) break into his car at the exact time there happened to be a skull in it, and 3) break into his car at the exact time there happened to be a skull in it and decide to steal the skull.” Paranormal Mystery Book:Apple of My Eye Source: Apple of My Eye