We have souls. Sure we do. Otherwise we'd do bad things all the time. You know, like politicians.

I've got a folder full of rejection slips that I keep. Know why? Because those same editors are now calling my agent hoping I'll write a book or novella for them. Things change. A rejection slip today might mean a frantic call to your agent in six months.

Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy

Kissing Sinclair was like making out with a sexy timber wolf— he was licking my fangs and nipping me lightly and growling under his breath and it was...oh, it was really something.

Can you burn me up with holy water? Poke me to death with your crucifix? Pelt me with communion wafers?

You have attained maturity; display it for us, if you please.

Never let your fiend off his leash unless there's lots of room to run (and no people around).