MaryJanice Davidson

This is a great time to shut up and kiss me." To her delight, Blake obliged.

He turned to her and pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. When he spoke his deep voice vibrated all through her. 'I. Remember. Everything.

Have you lost your teeny tiny mind, you too-tall, too-skinny, too-crazy jerk?___h, look who__ talking, Miss Let__ Blunder Around the Time Stream and Hang the Consequences! Thanks to you, we__e got a dead Marc and alive Marc in the same timeline . . . in the same house! Thanks to you, I got chomped on by a dim, blonde, undead, selfish, whorish, blood-suckingleech when I was minding my own business in the past.___on__ you call me dim!___m. Everyone. Perhaps we should__ Tina began.__ait, when did this happen?_ Marc asked. He had the look of a man desperately trying to buy a vowel. __ast, an hour ago? Past, last year? Helpme out.___h, biiiiig surprise!_ Laura threw her (perfectly manicured) hands in the air. __et me guess, you were soooo busy banging your dead husbandthat you haven__ had time to tell anybody anything.___ was getting to it,_ I whined.__hen after not telling anyone anything and not being proactive__r even active!__ou grow up to destroy the world and bring about eternalnuclear winter or whatever the heck that was and how do you deal with your foreknowledge of terrible events to come? Have sex!___n affirmation of life?_ Sinclair suggested. Never, I repeat, never had I loved him more. I was torn between slugging my sister and blowing myhusband. Hmm. Laura might have a point about my priorities . . . but jeez. Look at him. Yum.___ven do it and what do you have to say for yourself? Huh?___ou__e just uptight, repressed, smug, antisex, and jealous, you Antichristing morally superior, fundamentally evil bitch.__aura and Marc gasped. My husband groaned.

I walked in on my folks doing it doggy style less than four hours ago.""Waitress!" Jonas screamed, clicking his fingers madly. "Bring two!" then, more quietly,"You want a neck massage? A bedtime story? A bullet in the ear?

Fredrika Bimm, what do you think you're doing?""Freaking out. Losing my mind. Thinking about snapping your husband's spine. Squashing the urge to vomit. Wishing I had died at childbirth.""Oh, you say that when you don't get a prize in your Lucky Charms.

He's all right. His hair is cute."Jonas froze, his lobster fork halfway to his mouth. " Oh my God, you're in love.""I'm not in love.""'his hair is cute'? You never say anything nice about anyone. Coming from you, cute hair is a mating call."" I talked to the guy for thirty seconds. And then he waved at me while i was in the tank.""Holy fuck, you're getting married, aren't you!"" Will you simmer. I certainly am not.

You don't scare me, Cadence Jones. I've lived with crazy, I've ridden with crazy, I've vacationed with crazy, I've visited crazy in various hospitals, I've sat in on therapy sessions with crazy. Frankly, I think women who don't have major emotional disorders are really very dull.

I always knew I'd keep at it with the plodding doggedness that I used to master lump-less gravy and wriggle out of fitness classes; I always knew I'd get a zillion rejection slips. I figured I'd write part time while working various full-time office jobs, and maybe, maybe in my 50s, I'd be able to quit and try writing full time.

I once came back from a book tour where sleek black cars driven by nice men in black suits waited for me at every hotel, took me to every signing, brought me back, opened car doors for me. They were great. I was great. It was a wonderful tour.

I used to be a model and a medical test subject, though never at the same time. And since we didn't have much money when I was a kid, I know how to fish and hunt for my supper. And I used to win awards in speech in high school, which comes in handy when I speak to 200 people at a writers' conference.

What can I say? Death is messy. And she had it coming.

A gold cage is still a cage.-King David IOh, go cry in a bag of money.-Queen Christina

How's your grandpa?""Still worried that your blackness will infect me.""That's the plan. First you, then all the other blondes, and then on to brunettes and redheads. Once we have the womenfolk, all the babies will come out black, too. We all voted on the plan at the last Black Conspirators meeting.

A grumpy vampire is a homicidal vampire. Hungry ones were even worse.

You may stay. But Jessica, please watch what you say and do. Don't look them in the eyes for long. Speak only when spoken to. Yes, sir; yes, ma'am.""Sit up. Arf," I teased."What about her?" Jessica cried, pointing in my general direction. "She's more in need of an etiquette lesson than I am.""Yeah," I said, "but I'm the Queen. With a capital fucking Q. Hey, you're looking me in the eyes for too long! Eric, make her stop!

I know it's practical for career women, but sneakers with suits? Jesus couldn't possibly weep harder than I did.

Leave it to a vampire to think a healthy guy in his late thirties or early forties was on his deathbed.