“...and horror of horrors, he realized that he was experiencing some sort of a crush.He needed to kill something.”

“Wraith rubbed his hands together in cheesy horror-movie glee. “Join us or die.” He grinned. “I’ve always wanted to say that.”

“Horror Hotel, as wraith called Shade's house. "Vampires, demons, and werewolves check in... and then they make out, and-”

“Touch? Other guys? He knew she’d have to, but to hear her say it, to know she’d tried… A terriblepressure condensed in his chest cavity and his skull, and then he heard some sort of monster in the room—”

“Hurry," she breathed.Man, talk about pressure. He was supposed to get it up while demon hordes were trying to kill him, and Satan himself was knocking at the door.”

“Something inside him shook so hard he was surprised Idess didn't jiggled right off him. This was the closest he'd ever been with to a female. Oh, he'd fucked them, and he'd even cared for one he'd foolishly thought could be his. But never had any female fallen asleep on him. It was a surprising intimacy that gave him some hellacious warm fuzzies in a situation he had no right to feel good about at all.And yet, he stroked her hair and tried to be still, because crazily, this was the most amazing thing that ever happened to him.”

“He sobered as he gazed at her, then took a deep breath and pulled away. “I’m not normally affected like this. It’s you. You’re putting off some hellacious fuck-me vibes.”“Not enough, apparently,” she muttered.”