I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. "Save the drama for your mama " I told her just like an eleven-year-old.

I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. "I wish," I said, "I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra." Eric's eyes widened, and all of a sudden he roared with laughter. (Dead to the World)

Because he sounded so lost-the Eric I knew had never been one to do anything other than assume others should serve him-I patted around under the covers for his hand. When I found it, I slid my own over it. His palm was turned up to meet my palm, and his fingers clasped mine. And though I would not have thought it possible to go to sleep holding hands with a vampire, that's exactly what I did.

I held on to my better nature by my fingernails but I held on.

God bless the American spectator.

My gran had always told me that a woman--any woman worth her salt--could do whatever she had to.

Jason's favorite person in the entire universe was Jason Stackhouse.