Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle.""Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly.Ian grinned. "Exactly.
Get stuffed, don't you have more publicity stunts to pull? Bones shot back. How about chatting with another writer who can smear your name into greater popularity?What, did Anne Rice not return your c...
You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.
I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.
Why don't I just give you a pair of my panties to hang around your neck? Then whenever you feel jealous, you can wave them at whoever's pissing you off.
I am going to knock the slut out of you. And that should take some doing, you uppity English tramp!
If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.
My parents were dismayed by my love of horror movies as a young girl, then even more dismayed when I kept rooting for Dracula to win instead of Van Helsing.
He f**ks even better than he looks, I settled on saying. Several heads turned. I didn’t care; I was pissed. And that beautiful face is going to be clamped between my legs as soon as we get home, don’t...
For some, vampires are still firmly in the 'evil, scary' column. However, in recent decades, vampires also run the gamut from evil to morally ambiguous all the way to fangless and vegetarian. I think...
