"My instincts drove me to seek sex out, and looking at him, I realized that urge might be strong independence of any sort of succubus need to feed."
"Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appealing. If I absorbed his life force, there was no telling how long it'd be until his next book came out."
"Let's practice on you. You want a white chocolate mocha?"
"Yeah," I conceded. Everyone I worked with knew about that particular vice. I usually managed to take down three of them a day. Mochas that was, not coworkers.
"My soul was a given. I'd carry it as long as I walked the earth, but it would have a lease on it so to speak. That was the standard price for any hellish deal. But hell wanted more of me: my eternal service in the corruption of souls."