Angelic Sookie, vision of love and beauty, I am prostrate that the wicked evil maenad violated your smooth and voluptuous body, in an attempt to deliver a message to me. -Eric

I don't write the kind of 'happily ever after' that romance readers enjoy.

I thought about making biscuits, but there seemed to be more than enough calories on board.

all my bounce has gone flat, like soda with the top left off.

I'd been blindsided with the most painful knowledge: the first man to ever say he loved me had never loved me at all. His passion had been artificial. His pursuit of me had been choreographed.

The note, which had been written on one of the pads I kept around for grocery lists, said, "My lover, I came in too close to dawn to wake you, though I was tempted. Your house is full of strange men. A fairy upstairs and a little child downstairs- but as long as there's not one in my lady's chamber, I can stand it".

Maybe she was being so hoity-toity because she didn't have her own fairy godmother.