“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.” WellsLongSaidBookChristKnowingFansExpectationsMiserySlaveCopiesNot KnowingKill MeRippedSeth Mortensen Author:Richelle Mead