From The Grey House, Book One:
Vincent narrowed his eyes and stared Charlie down. “The more questions I have to ask, the angrier I get. The angrier I get, the more likely I am to kill you before hearing the whole story, despite what your wife made me promise.”
From The Grey House, Book One:
There were a few times that her cell alarm went off when he was in the room with her. Each time, he asked her what it was. Each time, he seemed utterly and completely surprised when she pulled out her cell. The man seemed to overlook technology that couldn’t be used as weapons. When she first realized how little regard he had for technology, Natalia found it really strange. Now, locked in a spiked closet, she found it very useful. She could only hope for signal in this strange little closest. She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out the cell and flipped it open. The phone showed full battery life and more important, full signal bars.
From The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House:
Joseph grabbed her wrist, spun her around, tightening his other arm around her. His words were a triumphant shout. “All of it!”
From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
Vincent folded his arms and called out to Joseph, whom he knew was watching from the security room. He waited in silence until Joseph opened the doors. Vincent sensed that he had brought guards with him. He smiled and waited until Morgan finally looked up at him.
“Sir? Don’t you accept my apology?”
From The Grey House, Book Three, Protector of the Grey House:
Natalia shook her head, trying to pull away from the embrace. But Mierka was pressed against her back and Ted had his arms wrapped around her waist. The contrast between his heat and her chill made Natalia’s head reel and spin. The salty, sweet taste crept onto her tongue, causing an explosion in her head. Mierka’s voice was soft and soothing: a voice of reason. Except something wasn’t right with the situation and she couldn’t see through the cloud in her head to think about it well enough. Then the reassuring female voice was reverberating in her head and she let go of her doubt. This was a trustworthy voice. She could give in to the familiar sound; it would cause her no harm.
From The Grey House, Book one:
The Red Thread was a membership only club for humans who had a taste for the unique. There were very few humans who knew that the people dressed as monsters were real. Most never found out unless they were chosen as victims. Vincent had hired five vampires to make sure the monsters did not make snacks out of his paying members.
From The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House:
Vincent’s jaw twitched and it set him in motion. In one smooth move he was on the other side of the bed, kneeling besides Ben. The tired vampire prudently slid out of the way, leaving the room with the help of one of the humans. He had not slept in two days; he had barely eaten. He needed looking after. Vincent didn’t notice when Ben left. He slipped his arms under Natalia’s knees and back, cradling her drenched body as he picked her up. His jaw was twitching as he carried her out the door. Lilly followed, the small confident smile still highlighting her features.
From The Grey House, Book One:
Vincent stared at the screen showing her personal belongings. Natalie Dovenski was not a rare name, but neither was it common. He wondered if it was his mystery woman. He could watch in here until she was within view, then go outside to meet her if it was Natalia Dveski. But there was a problem. He and Richard were the only people in the restaurant. Joseph, his usual shadow, had a date with Mierka. They were off for a few hours, doing whatever it was they enjoyed doing. His eyes slowly moved toward Richard. Three was a crowd.
I have been re-reading The Grey House, Book Two, Inside the Grey House, and found a paragraph that I wanted to share. Rather than trying to find a word that matches the paragraph, I’m just posting the paragraph. It’s one of my favorites:
Charlie stood, angry and annoyed. “You know what, Vincent? Screw you. She’ll be in your bed tonight and what about me? I’m going to spend the night in my bed,” he raised his right hand, “with my right hand man. My wife, who would be more then happy to remind me that I’m hers after an incident like this, is conveniently in another part of this country. You get to leave this room, find your woman, throw her into your bed and claim her and make her scream your name. I’ve got I don’t know how long before I see my woman again.”
From The Grey House, Book One:
Rebecca could see Natalia huddled in the entryway of the apartment building safe house. To the passerby, she would look like a drowned rat. Luckily, at this hour, the only passersby were the people coming to The Hook Up. Rebecca was sitting at a table in the front corner by the big picture window. It was tinted to keep the glare out, which also made it hard for people to look in. Looking out was not as much of a problem.
