“It wasn't like being face to face with a human. He didn't need air to breathe. She noticed sometimes he did, an instinct left over from his human years. Janie paused to feel his heartbeat under her chest. It sped quickly, in equal rhythm with hers. She counted the beats to make certain his heart really beat. It did.”

“He smiled, immediately making Janie forgive him for lurking like a stalker in her bedroom.”

“She didn't get along with people, and she definitely did not get along with the undead.”

“There was something different about the way he regarded her. She wasn't the most intuitive when it came to the opposite sex, let alone the opposite species, but something had changed.”

“It kind of sucked when she had to take a break from fighting evil to use her inhaler.”

“Unfortunately for her, he was her weakness.”

“She twisted her hips in time to his rhythm, riding his hand. He couldn’t stop himself from dipping inside her heat, groaning when she coated his fingers, his palm—just, God, he wanted all that around him again.”