Rory's legs jerked her forward, nearly lunging for Logan's shoulder before he had a chance to escape into the din of the bar. Elegance was not her forte today, it seemed. "I hate you for leaving." She snapped. ROGAN, Five years post-finale!

Temperance Brennan always smells like lavender. Always. But change isn't always a bad thing, is it? My very first BB!

It wasn't that she couldn't have named her dog something else. It was that only one name fit. Jim. Jam, of course

The much awaited sequel to 'Living With an Alarm Clock Killer'. Still readable if you haven't read the first. Much fluffy fluffy Rogan futureness! Hooray! Most finally completed.

A pointless story of lovely Rogan fluffiness. Life, broken clocks, and useless banter. You know you want to read it. Most finally completed!