Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.”

“Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?” murmured Doug.

“Well,” I told Doug, “I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.”

Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded.

“Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I’d be Seth Mortensen’s love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books.

Autore: Richelle Mead

Kill me, Doug. Just kill me now. Put me out of my misery.”<br /><br />“Christ, Kincaid, what did you say to him?” murmured Doug.<br /><br />“Well,” I told Doug, “I ripped on his fans and on how long it takes for his books to come out.”<br /><br />Doug stared at me, his expectations exceeded.<br /><br />“Then I said—not knowing who he was—that I’d be Seth Mortensen’s love slave in exchange for advanced copies of his books. - Richelle Mead



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