I Know,i Can Smell It, Too.

Are You Smelling Me?” After Yesterday I Suspected That My Body Was Giving Him All Kinds Of Information I Didn't Want Him To Have. “don't Tempt Me,” He Murmured.

We Kissed Each Other, Long And Deep, While My Legs Opened Like The Covers Of A Book.

I Was Planning On Starting A New File On My Computer With The Title "phrases That Sound One Way To Witches But Mean Something Else To Vampires.

It Was A Brutal Picture, A Tug-of-war Between Two Equal But Opposing Impulses. It Had The Ring Of Truth, However.

I'd Studied 16th Century Science And Magic. I Thought It Was Strange That People Were Interested In The Same Kinds Of Things My Research Was About. The More I Thought About It, The More Intriguing It Became And Pretty Soon I Was Writing A Novel About A Reluctant Witch And A 1500-year-old Vampire.