Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. 1965
(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.) Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)
source: Sherrilyn Kenyon (2010). “Kiss of the Night”, p.323, Macmillan
topic: Baby, Dark, Fire, Dark Hunter, Barbecue Sauce