Karen Chance, Embrace the Night

"I felt betrayed and absolutely livid, but my body wasn’t smart enough to know it. It had liked the feel of his hands, wanted more of it, wanted it now. It was almost like there were two of me, one who heartily approved of the mage and one who would have dearly loved to see him dead."

"When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette."

"I wasn't entirely sure, but a polite John Pritkin might be a sign of the apocalypse."

"When good Americans die, they go to Paris,' the ghost said, after taking a drag on a small cigarette. But you’re not dead. I suppose the question must be, are you good?"

"Pritkin muttered something that sounded fairly vicious. “My clothes are warded! Even if I wished to accede to your demand, it would not work on them.”“Then strip.”“I beg your pardon?” He sounded almost polite suddenly, as if he believed he couldn’t possibly have heard right."

"Not really hungry."She’ll eat." Pritkin said curtly."I said —"If you starve to death it would damage my professional reputation."I eat plenty."The same does not apply should I strangle you in understandable irritation, however."I’ll have a sandwich," I told Nick. "No meat."