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What would you pack for Armageddon? Sunscreen and shades? Flame-proof underwear? Maybe a travel guide to the Underworld?

Ya called Fargo yet?""No, I've been too busy trying to destroy the Guild and corrupt Simon's soul. Being evil is a full-time job.

What about Beck?" "Backwoods Boy? Are you crazy? It'd be a threesome - me, him and his overbearing ego. Definitely doomed to failure.

I love you Denver Beck," she whispered. "I have for a long time." Then she stepped back. "Now it's your turn to decide if you love me.

Wow! It's like magic! she exclaimed.Simon shook his head. "It's God's love. That's stronger than any magic." - The Demon Trapper's Daughter

Ya've got no respect, woman," Beck retorted. After the door closed behind him she realized what he'd said."Woman?" He wasn't calling her girl any longer.If that wasn't a sign the world was ending, what other proof did she need?

Simon had been all lined up and he'd managed to throw away the best girl he'd ever meet. "What a dumbass," Beck muttered. "No way I'd have done that.

She knew what he had in mind. He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday. There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.

When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change." Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire. And then they became one.

You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye.""Three?""Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.

So what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cakeYou owe me an apology.Omigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.

So what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?" Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. "You owe me an apology." "Omigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.

It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.

Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?" Beck wasn't asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words. "Yes," she began. "I'd be proud to.

Can you dance?" she asked before she could stop herself. "I can," he said, affronted. "I'm really good with the slow songs.

That's Denver Beck, isn't it? Paul mentioned him. What's he like?" Ori asked. "Oh, where do I start? Beck's mouthy and he lives to tell me what to do." In short, he's so not you. "Why do you want to know?" A glimmer appeared in Ori's dark eyes. "Just scoping out the competition.

Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?

Beck behaved himself, though it was really difficult, especially during the slow dances when they were so tantalizingly close. He savoured the feel of her against his body, the light scent of her perfume, the in her eyes that told him he was the center of her universe. It was a new and totally overwhelming experience.

The guy behind the counter had been seriously adorable. Model-level cute. She had mentioned that, and Allan, her then boyfriend, hadn't taken it well. That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.

Ozymandias controls not only the dead, but the living. He works the dark magics, and it is said he knows the paths between the worlds and walks them without fear. He wields the-""Stop! In English, okay?"""In English?" she asked, throwing the empty wineglass into the picnic basket. Riley nodded."You're in serious shit."

Riley Blackthorne - kicking hell's ass one demon at a time.

"?'The demon cried, waving its furry arms above his head like a demented orangutan.

What was the point of a sacrifice if it wasn't meant for the ones you loved?

Don't start," he warned. "What?" she said, grinning. "I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.

A soul is forged in the fires of adversity, not comfort.

He slid his hand onto Riley's bare abdomen. "I got to thinkin' that a few years down the line, when yer older, what if that was our baby and I could feel it right here under my hand. Feel the life we'd created." Riley's eyes moistened. "Girl or boy?" "Doesn't matter. If it's a girl, we can name her after my gran. Her name was Emily Rose." "Hmm...I like that. Maybe the boy could be Paul Arthur, like my dad." "Yeah, that works. But that's all the way down the line, isn't it?" It might never come to pass.

You will be my downfall, Riley Blackthorne.

Yes!' Beck crowed, pumping his fist into the air. "?That rocks!' Then he charged off in search of another Three to decapitate. Riley sighed to herself. "?I've created a monster.

I'm home. Ya happy now?' Beck's gravelly voice demanded. "?Yes, I am.' "?Yer' treatin' me like i'm some idiot kid,' he complained. "?Gee, I wonder where I learned that?' He hung up on her.

The End is Nigh!" the man shouted. "Is there still time for hot chocolate?" Riley asked. The-End-is-Nigh guy blinked. "Ah, maybe, I don't know.

Here I am with a seriously hunky guy and I'm covered in demon pee. Why does the universe hate me?

The next kiss deepened, became more urgent, needy. There was no space between them, and she could feel he enjoyed their closeness. Riley heard him moan and they reluctantly broke apart.

He pulled her into a tight embrace. There was the sting of tears on her cheeks, but they weren't hers. He kissed the top of her head and murmured something. She didn't hear what he'd said, but that didn't matter. He was alive. Riley wanted to stay in his arms, but...

Adults always acted like they could fix everything. But they can't. And they know it.

I'll be there for ya, girl. No matter what. Beck took a deep breath and released it slowly. He had to stay strong for her, make the tough decisions. It was best that Paul's daughter never know how he felt about her. There'd be less hurt that way, for both of them. Just keep her safe, God. I can settle for that.

Ya hafta be there for Beck. He only has you." Riley sighed. "I'll get the car.

Riley. How bad has it been?" "Just fabulous. The demonic kitten really made my night.

My name is Mortimer Alexander and I am a licensed summoner." "Darn. I'd hoped you were the pizza delivery guy.

I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world." That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.

Ya called Fargo yet?" "No, I've been too busy trying to destroy the Guild and corrupt Simon's soul. Being evil is a full-time job.

That's when she'd learned that male egos and fruit had a lot in common: Both bruised easily.

Everyone has a breaking point, Riley. He hit his long time ago. But you didn't. He smiled and sqeezed her hand.'Because of you.' Weaving his arm around her waist, they walked up the stairs in tandem. - Riley Blackthorne and Paul Blackthorne

For they both were solitary, She on earth and he is heaven. And he wooed her with caressed, Wooed her with his smile of sunshine -Song of Hiawatha, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

reading is the soul's salvation

Girl? He pressed. The name is Riley, she shot back. Learn it. Use it!

You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.

That was a kiss for the record books.

I thought he worked for Heaven.' I thought I was in love.

I could stay here forever." "But you won't." "Maybe I will.

Accept that I enjoy being with you. Accept that when I'm with you I see Heaven in your eyes.

I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.