I had a party to plan, reminders to send, some positive PR to get out, L.A. travel plans to take care of and now a bit of a conspiracy to start unraveling.For starters.Just another average Sunday with the M10.

We weren't so much oil and vinegar as a lit match and napalm.

It was hard to judge a man's full character by his bachelor party etiquette.

My body shook from pain, exhaustion, and the beginning of shock. I'd pay for all the powers I'd used, but the portal most of all. Good girls weren't supposed to open hell dimensions.