Vampires. They Wrote The Book On Possessive.

Glass Shattered, Vampires Roared, Humans Screamed. The Noise Battered At Me, Just As The Tidal Wave Of Scores Of Brains At High Gear Washed Over Me. When It Began To Taper Off, I Looked Up Into Eric's Eyes. Incredibly, He Was Excited. He Smiled At Me. "i Knew I'd Get On Top Of You Somehow," He Said. Are You Trying To Make Me Mad So I'll Forget How Scared I Am?" No, I'm Just Opportunistic." I Wiggled, Trying To Get Out From Under Him, And He Said, "oh, Do That Again. It Felt Great.

My Bodyguard Was Mowing The Lawn In A Pink Bikini When The Body Fell From The Sky.

Better To Be Screwed Physically Than Financially.

I've Often Wished When I Started A Book I Knew What Was Going To Happen. I Talked To Writers Who Write 80-page Outlines, And I'm Just In Awe Of That.

She Killed Lorena In A Fight?" Eric's Grin Grew Even Broader. He Was As Proud As If He'd Heard His Firstborn Reciting Shakespeare.