A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.
A hand touched her arm and she turned to find Nick standing there.
A shadow fell over her and she turned into the sun, shading her eyes with a gloved hand.
Abruptly, he dropped her hand and turned away, marching off to his car.
Adrienne shook her head and turned to the kitchen.
After a startled look at Lisa, she turned on Giddon, a frown wrinkling her forehead.
After all, if she hadn't turned her head when he kissed her on the cheek, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the same way.
After breakfast, she closed her account at the bank and turned in her resignation.
After staring for two or three minutes, Ambrose turned a page and continued staring.
Alex glanced up at him and then his expression turned sour.
Alex put the paper down and turned toward her, sliding an arm behind her on the back of the couch.
Alex stood and squeezed his shoulder as they turned toward the door.
Alex stood and turned away from him, staring out the window.
Alex turned red when Carmen stepped forward.
Allen swallowed again, almost cringing as he licked his lips and turned desperate eyes on Lisa.
Allen watched him enter the house before he turned to Lisa.
And the conversation again turned on the war, on Bonaparte, and the generals and statesmen of the day.
And the guy you turned back into a human.
As Giddon grabbed the reins, Diablo turned his head to look at his master.
As he turned, the lights of a silent ambulance bounced across the long stretch of pasture between the highway and the mangled car.
As it turned out, Señor Medena had the same perspective on the situation as Carmen did.
As it turned out, the truck repair was minor, so she was able to follow Cade home that evening.
As she became animated the prince looked at her more and more sternly, and suddenly, as if he had studied her sufficiently and had formed a definite idea of her, he turned away and addressed Michael Ivanovich.
As she picked up the dishes and turned toward the sink he finally responded.
As she turned away from him, Pete winked at Davis.
As she turned her head, the spoon distorted her nose, making it look longer and hooked.
As she turned to go into the room, she glanced back at him.
As soon as the two left, I turned to Betsy.
As the big wheels turned, they tossed sand up and over the rim.
As the decision deadlocked at two each, I turned to Howie.
As the path turned, the broad side of a metal building came into view, nestled at the foot of a cliff.
As they entered the Indian encampment, hostile black eyes turned to follow them.
At the house, she turned her car around and parked so it faced the drive, ready to leave at a moment's notice.
At the husky female voice, Dusty turned to see Jenn fluff Jonny's hair as she passed.
Being curious to know what position my great bubbles occupied with regard to the new ice, I broke out a cake containing a middling sized one, and turned it bottom upward.
Betsy looked about to say something, but turned and led the others to the conference room.
Betsy mumbled a reply and turned away.
Betsy returned to the room and I held my hand over the phone and turned to her.
Betsy turned on a tape recorder as Howie reclined on the bed, turning away from us.
Betsy turned on the tape recorder and followed him.
Betsy turned to me with a look of sadness.
Bianca healed a newly turned vamp.
Bianca turned him human again, but she can't make him mortal.
Bordeaux turned her to face him.
Bordeaux turned his mount to walk beside her.
Brandon turned to his mother.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
Carmen let go of the blanket she had been clutching to her chest and turned to shut her light off.
Carmen met his gaze for a moment - long enough to reunite, and then they both turned back to the others.
Carmen picked her up and turned as Jonathan joined her.
Carmen read to her from a book for a few minutes until she fell asleep and then turned the light off.
Carmen shook her head and turned away.
Carmen shoved a wide-eyed Destiny into his arms and turned to follow Dulce.
Carmen turned and lifted a hand to shade her eyes from the sun.
Carmen turned and tipped her head back to look at the face of the man who towered over her.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
Carmen turned to Señor Medena.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
Claudette turned her palms to the air.
Connie frowned as she turned the other corner and picked up speed.
Cupping a hand to her mouth, she turned away from him.
Cynthia turned on Claudette.
Damian had turned his face away and was clenching a thick knuckle between his teeth.
Damian turned down the stereo blasting trance music and faced her, crossing his arms as she closed the door.
Damian turned in time to see the vamp Charlie struggling to drag a skinned deer carcass across the threshold.
Damian turned the cell phone back on and emerged into the warm evening air from the Marriott's conference room, the random place chosen by his spy chief for this week's intelligence briefing.
Damian turned to walk away.
Darian's popping in and out stressed her out, and she turned up the TV, trying to lose herself in a movie as she calmed.
Davis gulped the last of his coffee and turned the cup up side down on a rock so it would drain.
Davis turned his cup up side down on the rock, but he didn't leave the fire.
Dulce turned, and for a moment Carmen thought she might strike her.
Dusty braced himself and turned to face the grandfatherly figure with a smile and emerald eyes standing in the corner.
Dusty turned around and kept walking.
Everything turned out fine and you learned a lesson.
Eyes of blue ice turned on Allen and Giddon's voice was almost a growl.
Feeling as if she'd said too much, she turned and fled the cottage for her car and locked the doors.
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
Feeling stupid, she touched the arrow and turned it into a string that she pulled free.
Finally he arched one brow and turned back to the roast.
Finally he turned to her, his voice controlled.
Finally his head turned slowly, as if feeling her intense gaze.
Finally she turned to Destiny and Jonathan.
Finally she worked up the courage and turned on the computer.
Finally, she turned and sauntered back into the apartment.
Finding that there was, she turned to me, making the sign of turning a key and pointing to the bag.
For a moment he gazed down at her as though something were troubling him, but then he finally turned.
For a moment he looked confused, and then turned away.
From the door she turned and watched as he climbed into his car and drove away.
George gave a long, noisy sigh and turned, pointing out a window.
Getting no response from Alex, he shrugged and turned to his desk.
Giddon turned his attention to Lisa.
Glancing into the family room, he turned back to Cynthia.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
Han hung back, and she turned to him as she knocked.
Hardening, Jenn turned away and retreated through the forest and rocks to the compound.
He deposited the package in her outstretched hands and turned, running down the hall.
He dropped his arms and turned to face her.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
He gave her a big hug and turned to Cassie with one arm encircling Darcie possessively.
He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the can in his hand.
He glanced up as she entered and turned the photo around so that she could see the picture.
He grabbed her arm and turned her around to face him.
He grabbed the towel and turned the cold water on.
He hid a smile as Rainy turned to him.
He immediately turned on his lights and made a quick U turn.
He laughed as he turned to his mount.
He lifted her into his arms and turned toward the family room door.
He needs desperately to know what happened to his sister and what he did that turned his own mother against him.
He nodded again and turned away, staring out the window while he sipped the coffee.
He parked the truck in front of the courthouse and turned to her, dragging a paper from his pocket.
He paused when she turned sharply.
He rarely turned down the offer of no-strings-attached sex, especially when his partner was so good at it.
He rinsed his cup and turned from the sink.
He sat up and turned on the light.
He sliced his wrist, and her attention turned immediately to thick liquid bubbling against his olive skin.
He stopped abruptly and turned, his expression clearly startled until he realized it was her.
He stopped and turned, frowning down at her.
He stopped, tugging her hand urgently as he turned toward the door.
He stumbled over something and exclaimed before she turned on the lamp beside her bed.
He took a deep breath and turned to her again.
He touched his hat and turned the horse toward the barn.
He tried to look away but I turned him by the shoulders and until our faces were inches apart.
He turned abruptly and left the room.
He turned and climbed the stairs.
He turned and disappeared into the kitchen.
He turned and headed for the family room door again.
He turned and leaned back against the counter, surveying her with obvious distaste.
He turned and left the office.
He turned and left the room, his boots clicking across the tile floor and then fading as he moved across the hardwood family room floor and down the hall.
He turned and marched off to the house.
He turned and mounted his horse in one lithe movement.
He turned and returned to the hospital, as if glad to be rid of me.
He turned and stalked back to the buggy.
He turned and started walking down the hill.
He turned and walked away.
He turned and walked down the street, and after a moment's hesitation Dorothy caught Eureka in her arms and climbed into the buggy.
He turned and walked stiffly to his car.
He turned around and hugged her hard.
He turned away, embarrassed.
He turned away, hands on hips as he surveyed the distant beaches.
He turned back to Lathum.
He turned back to the wheel, chuckling.
He turned from the mirror and gazed down at her solemnly.
He turned from the window and faced Señor Medena.
He turned his attention to the fire and tucked another piece of bark into the bright coals.
He turned his back to her, facing the girl.
He turned his head and kissed her fingers.
He turned his head and kissed her on the mouth.
He turned his horse and beckoned for her to follow.
He turned his horse and started through the herd.
He turned his horse and they started out again.
He turned his horse around.
He turned his mount and started up the hill at a lope.
He turned into a driveway and shut off the truck.
He turned off the shower before lifting her and setting her on her feet in the middle of the bathroom.
He turned the car toward the Spencer home.
He turned the knob and pushed on the door.
He turned the lights in her room on low and set her down on the trunk at the bottom of her bed.
He turned the picture this way and that, and looked at it from every side.
He turned to Betsy and me.
He turned to Cynthia, awkwardly shifting him around so she could take him.
He turned to glare at her and almost snapped at her for sitting on the counter.
He turned to his horse and mounted in one smooth movement.
He turned to Howie who nodded his ascent.
He turned to one of the men standing around the stage office and indicated Darcie with a wave of his hand.
He turned to see the young man's face flushed this time with anger, his eyes glittering.
He turned to the stove, pouring himself another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching her thoughtfully as he sipped the coffee.
He turned toward the basement stairs and we all followed.
He turned, not surprised to see the small, grandfatherly man standing deeper in the alley.
He turned, regarding her with apprehension.
He twisted, turned and moved his arms constantly, a determined look painted on his face.
He watched her intently for a few moments longer and then turned his attention to his food.
He waved as he turned it around to leave.
He wiped his mouth on his shirtsleeve and turned his toothless grin on Royce.
He worked quietly for a few minutes and then finally turned his attention to Carmen.
Her anger turned to embarrassment.
Her face burned hot, but his tone turned her insides cold.
Her father turned at her hesitation, his gaze blazing.
Her gaze shot past Adrienne and her face turned scarlet.
Her gaze turned to the curtain, where not even a lost sunbeam could enter the room.
Her gift of changing or transforming objects into others should've turned him to stone.
Her heart pounding, she turned the car around and drove back towards the dueling men.
Her knees were weak, but her legs finally obeyed as she turned back toward the hotel.
Her thoughts turned to Bordeaux.
Her voice died in her throat as he turned and started for her.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he turned.
Here she sat, covered in blood, drugged, one day from being all out crazy, then kidnapped—and the sight of the man before her turned her on.
His eyes turned black, fathomless, and she knew whatever creature possessed the human body was loosening its grip on its powers.
His face turned pale and he pulled her close.
His face turned scarlet and he looked away, running a hand through his hair.
His gaze sought Carmen and the sides of his mouth turned up in a warm smile.
His gaze turned to the east, where yellow lined the horizon.
His gaze turned towards the hallway.
His head turned suddenly, his bewildered gaze searching her face.
His knife blade grazed her once and turned into a feather that he flung away.
His lips formed a hard line and his eyes turned cold.
His lips turned more demanding, and he took her hands in his.
His smile turned to another chuckle.
His touch turned electric, and his magic skimmed her blood.
His voice turned to a whisper and he looked at her, conflicted.
Howard hesitated and shot a questioning glance at Connie, who shrugged and turned away.
Howard slapped Len on the back playfully and turned to leave the building.
Howard turned and headed for the door, indicating for Quint to follow.
Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall.
Howie turned away, mad as hell at me.
I drove south toward town on the West Surry Road but instead of following Court Street, turned back north west on the Old Walpole to Howie's home.
I imagine what you have gone through, and she sympathetically turned up her eyes.
I just turned my ankle a little.
I know for a fact my wife turned as white as Casper and Quinn looked no better.
I made my way back to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove burner for enough light to rummage through drawers until I located a box of wooden matches.
I turned and announced to the others, "Everyone; Howie is in love with Julie and wants to marry her."
I turned and left the room with my friend weeping on the bed.
I turned and left the room with Pual behind me as I searched left and right until I saw a policeman by the door.
I turned away, about to leave the room.
I turned my head but he simply gave a wave of his hand.
I turned off the recorder and left to drive to police headquarters.
I turned on the equipment, though without Howie hooked up to it, there was no absolutely no point in doing so.
I turned on the light, calmed her down and slowly explained step by step what Julie had told me.
I turned to Martha and grabbed her written notes.
I turned to my wife as I hung up the phone.
I turned to Pual, my driver.
I'm twenty-five, he just turned twenty.
If I had a clue where the breaker box was located I'd have turned the lights on, not off!
If she just turned her head, she could see me, sitting comfortably a scant ten feet away in the darkened living room.
In another case, a missing twelve year old boy turned out to be a runaway.
In bed, she tossed and turned.
In desperation, I turned on the tape recorder which had run to its end.
Instantly he turned toward her.
Instantly the hand dropped and he turned back down the trail, speaking over his shoulder.
Instantly the Princess turned and faced him, and when he saw that she was picked the Prince stood still and began to tremble.
Instead I turned to the clerk who'd overheard enough of the conversation to look like his dog ate his cat.
Instead of answering, he turned to Quinn.
Instead, she'd touched his soul, and it'd laughed and turned her magic away.
It could only have been in the last few weeks since the weather had turned warm.
It didn't have the kind of bandages she suspected he'd need for his shoulder, so she turned several towels into thick bandages and added them to the pile.
It turned its head and watched as she placed a foot in the stirrup.
Jake turned and stared at him, dropped an awkward bow, and straightened, his mouth lax.
Jilian and a few other vamps were down the hall and turned as the stone wall caved.
Jonny turned and walked away, disappearing after a few steps.
Jonny's head snapped up, his expression one of surprise that quickly turned to anger.
Jule began shivering, and she turned up the heat until it was too hot for her to stand.
Jule reached it and turned.
Jule released the vamp, who turned to him.
Jule turned to see the guardsman sit and begin trying to pull the arrows from his chest.
Julie met me at the door before I turned off my car.
Julie turned and ran to her bedroom, slamming the door.
Just before dawn, she made herself soup and turned a box of cornmeal into bread.
Lisa asked as she turned to look at Sarah.
Lisa turned and started for her room.
Lisa turned her face away and hoped Tammy didn't notice her shoulders shaking as she laughed silently.
Martha answered and with a strange look on her face, turned the phone over to Howie.
Martha turned the openness up a notch.
Martha turned to her cousin.
Martha turned to her husband.
Martha turned to sleeping arrangements.
Martha was hurting that night, and she turned to me, albeit in an uncommon way.
Matthew turned his face away, fussing.
Maybe he was so distraught that he turned to Dulce for comfort.
Michael turned around and came back to her.
Mrs. Marsh turned to Adrienne, and her voice was calm.
My specially soaked rag was secure in a plastic bag so I withdrew it and had it over the child's face before she turned to see who entered.
Neither am I. You turned me down, remember.
Once free of the vehicle she took a deep breath and turned to face her rescuer.
Once the car was stopped, he turned to her, his voice suddenly gentle.
One glance at the picture and his neck turned red.
Pete turned away and his soft footsteps faded into the darkness.
Pete was going to be the deciding factor, and all eyes turned to him.
Pierre turned his whole body, making the sofa creak.
Quinn turned to his wife.
Quint nodded and turned to the patrol car.
Reaching up, she turned off the light and then moved close to him, unbuttoning his shirt.
Releasing the curtain, she turned away from the window.
Remembering Dulce's face at the table, she turned, frowning up at him.
Sarah turned to Lisa with a smile.
Saying this he again turned round, dropped his hands, took the bottle and lifted it to his lips, threw back his head, and raised his free hand to balance himself.
Scarcity was the new watchword as the focus turned to all the problems of the future, not all the possibilities.
Señor Medena turned his attention to Alfonso.
Sensing someone behind me, I turned just enough to see my wife sitting in a chair, her eyes closed.
She caught her breath and turned on Bordeaux.
She clutched his sleeve as he turned away.
She crept in and turned on a light, relieved when it worked.
She felt his sympathetic gaze on her back as she turned toward the stairs.
She gasped and turned to run, but he reached out and grabbed her.
She grimaced and turned to see the tall blond striding toward her office.
She gulped and turned to Giddon.
She held her breath as they approached and turned into the circular drive.
She jerked her wrist from his hand and turned away, thankful at least for the warning.
She knelt beside her father's grave to place flowers, then rose and turned.
She lifted one of the spare pillows and turned it into a rolled-up blanket.
She lifted the cat to her lap and turned so the light from the doorway would fall on the foot.
She moved to the sink and turned on the water.
She pushed the thought from her mind and turned to him.
She returned and turned to me.
She shrugged and turned away from him.
She sighed and turned away.
She smiled wistfully and turned back to the table.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
She stopped and turned to face him.
She stopped in the hallway and turned.
She took a pair of pear-shaped ruby earrings from her huge reticule and, having given them to the rosy Natasha, who beamed with the pleasure of her saint's-day fete, turned away at once and addressed herself to Pierre.
She took his hand and turned it over.
She trailed him, slowing when she turned the corner leading to his apartments.
She tugged the curl from his hand and turned to the old piano as a diversion tactic.
She turned abruptly and pulling my head with one hand, kissed me hard on the mouth while her other hand groped between my legs!
She turned and began climbing the stairs.
She turned and gasped, staring at the large man before her.
She turned and gazed out the window.
She turned and headed for the house without waiting for an answer.
She turned and kissed me.
She turned and left the room.
She turned and rested her hands on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
She turned and stared out the window.
She turned and started for the door, but his hand gripped her arm again.
She turned and started up the trail.
She turned and studied his stoic profile anxiously.
She turned around and picked up the lines.
She turned around and walked three steps before it hit her.
She turned at Jonny's voice.
She turned away from him abruptly.
She turned away from him, pulling the shirt away from her chest.
She turned away from him, speaking flippantly.
She turned away from the beauty of the ranch, reminding herself that she had made the decision to leave.
She turned away, embarrassed by the rush of excitement the action had triggered.
She turned excited eyes to her father.
She turned her back on Bordeaux and pulled her shirt from her pants, unbuttoning it so that the water could reach the sweat stained area under her breasts.
She turned her back on him in blatant disregard he wasn't likely to misinterpret.
She turned her face away from him.
She turned her face away, twisting free of his arms.
She turned her head and kissed him on the cheek.
She turned her head so that he would not see the tears burning her eyes.
She turned her head to watch him.
She turned in my direction.
She turned it again, and this time put her weight against the door.
She turned my way with a scowl as she followed.
She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
She turned on the broiler and buttered some bread.
She turned on the play button.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
She turned the horse and followed his mule up a dune, reining in at his side.
She turned the knob, but the door didn't open.
She turned the porcelain knob and pushed the door open.
She turned to face him, surprised to find the man who'd almost killed her earlier.
She turned to face the small man and gasped.
She turned to find Alex smiling down at her.
She turned to go back to the house and realized she wouldn't be able to make it before the storm caught up with her.
She turned to her husband.
She turned to him, You're the scientist.
She turned to look at him.
She turned to me, her face only inches from mine.
She turned to run, panic flying through her at the feral look he gave her.
She turned to see the hall in disarray, a mist darker than night slowly creeping through the crowd.
She turned to the stove to prepare supper and Claudette left the room.
She turned to the young girl.
She turned toward the kitchen before I could answer.
She turned twenty-four two months ago and started having all these issues, like she's a vamp.
She turned, eagerly absorbing his information.
She turned, her body tense and her large green eyes swimming with fear and dread.
She turned, running blindly for the privacy of her wagon.
She turned, slammed into something twice her size, and fell backwards.
She turned, startled to find the man in front her of the same make and mold as Damian's men.
She was stacking bowls on the table for ice cream and cake when lights turned into the drive.
She was used to the teenage fits of temperament after spending the summer with her newly turned twenty-year-old brother.
She wiped a table and turned to take the dishes to the kitchen.
She wrapped her hand around the doorknob and turned it from steel into a rag and pushed the door open.
She'd just turned a vamp back into a human.
She'd stayed after she turned eighteen, because he was the only one who understood her strange gift.
Slowly she turned and met his intent gaze.
Sobering, he turned to her again.
Some of his innate defensive powers remained, or she would've turned him to stone or the Other would've vaporized him.
Standing, she turned to leave the room.
Startled, Bianca turned to face the doorway, recognizing the petite blonde woman who saved her from Dusty's bullet in Talon's garage.
Surprised, Dusty turned to see Darian pull his cell from a pocket.
Taking a deep ragged breath, she turned away from the car.
Tammy turned around and pointed at the cake.
That night after Jonathan was in bed, Carmen turned to Alex.
That night it stormed and then turned cold.
That night, for the first time in more than a week, she tossed and turned in the bed, her sleep interrupted by memories of her family.
The Black God turned at his approach.
The Black God's gaze turned sharp.
The Buick with its stolen plates turned up in the San Diego Airport parking lot wiped clean.
The crowd had dispersed, so they turned toward the only hotel in town.
The devil's cold dark eyes flared and turned black.
The extra color was beginning to fade from his face and he turned toward the family room.
The foul smelling grease turned her stomach.
The girl turned to face Bordeaux.
The hall porter sullenly pulled a bell that rang upstairs, and turned away.
The heat was definitely turned up.
The idea was reinforced when Gerald turned and walked out the door without doing so.
The Internet is still able to be "turned off" by despotic rulers.
The massive vamp hadn't attacked or turned his back at the first sight of him, a sign Jule took as positive.
The men cheered as he turned the horse and rode it out of the corral.
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
The nurse turned to the door.
The one person she thought she could trust had turned on her.
The oven timer buzzed, and she turned away from Toni, not wanting to deal with him any longer.
The past few days had turned her beliefs on end.
The rest of us were spiraling toward bankruptcy when Howie turned to Martha.
The ride turned out to be short.
The rider on the black horse turned back.
The sting of his cool hospitality was quickly replaced with awe as she turned back to the room.
The sun turned the dunes orange red and then quickly sank, leaving them in pre-moon darkness.
The two men talked for a few minutes and then one rider turned his bay horse toward the wagons.
The vehicle turned hesitantly and she idly wondered if Dad was letting Angela drive again.
The weather had turned sultry but there was a cool breeze out on the patio by the barbecue.
The Wizard turned to look at him.
The wolf finally decided they were no threat and turned his back on them, trotting away across the vast grassland.
The woman turned to her husband.
The words of the cold and moist vegetable Prince were not very comforting, and as he spoke them he turned away and left the enclosure.
The world continued in its delayed movement, and they turned to watch the battling duo.
Then all the people bowed low to her, and the Prince turned and walked away alone.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
Then he turned away and rubbed the back of his neck in that way he did when he knew he was wrong but wasn't sure why.
Then he turned back to his father, who was watching him with interest.
Then they turned bottom side up, and continued to roll slowly over until they were right side up again.
Then, these near silent sobs would have turned to shrieks of anguish while I made the young beauty my own.
Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.
There too was the matter of who turned off the power at Howie's house and why?
There was no food in the cottage, so she turned a small log into cans of soup.
They ate in silence until he finally turned a concerned gaze on her.
Those around him moved away, and those on a path towards his side of the hall changed their minds and turned around.
Those were the last words spoken as I turned out the light.
Three pair of hostile eyes turned on the sandy-haired youth.
Time couldn't be turned back.
Turned to this new use, the fund grew fast, and Tommy was provided for.
Two uniformed officers nearby turned their heads.
Unable to discern the source of his objection, she finally turned an inquisitive gaze on him.
Walking so fast that it created a breeze that caught the loose hair hanging down her back, she turned her ankle slipping off her sandals.
Warm brown eyes turned on Lisa again with concern.
We just turned off the highway, so we'll be there pretty soon.
We turned the phone over to Molly who wanted to offer her condolences to Howie.
What she expected to see when she turned was Sarah's white Plymouth, but the car that stopped before the house was Allen's red Eagle Talon.
Whatever Natural talent she had, she'd somehow turned her brother from a vamp back into a human.
When Cynthia finished tightening the cinch and lowered the stirrup, she turned to find him watching her.
When Dulce stopped talking, he said something and turned, walking away from her.
When he turned to place their breakfast on the table near the patio, he thought he recognized her.
When her attention was drawn to a marble slab inscribed with the name FLORENCE in relief, she dropped upon the ground as though looking for something, then turned to me with a face full of trouble, and asked, "Were is poor little Florence?"
When I finished they turned to me for a summary.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
When she pulled back, his dark chocolate gaze turned sultry, quickening her pulse.
When the kids were settled in their room, she turned on Alex.
When the kitchen door opened suddenly, they jerked apart and turned guilty faces to Sarah, whose expression made it clear she had seen and comprehended their actions.
When the spasms passed, she turned to the man she had nearly killed... the man who had helped give her that second chance.
When we reached the steps, I turned to him.
Whichever way we turned, it seemed that the heavens and the earth had met together, since he enhanced the beauty of the landscape.
Wiggling through the small opening, she turned and pulled the sash back down.
With Alex back at work and Jonathan at school, her attention turned to the nursery.
With that behind her, she turned to another subject - one equally disturbing.
With that he turned and left the diner.
With time on my hands and not even a dog to talk to, I turned to the computer.
Without another word, he turned and walked away.
Without another word, he turned the horse and kicked it into a trot in the opposite direction.
Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Cassie.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
Yancey didn't get out, but he did wait until she had her car started before he turned his car around and headed back to the house.
Yancey rolled his eyes at his mother and turned his palms up to God.
You wouldn't have thought it was so exciting if he had turned on you.