conversations.from: human
conversations.value: a title for a book about Kathleen, AT&amp;T, Vermont with the genre: Romance
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Stay the Night'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Stay the Night
  Alex digested this, and then she began to laugh. "I was wrong. You're a cold-blooded, sadistic jerk." She went over and sat on the end of Korvel's bed, still laughing.
  Richard sighed. "Must I bring out all of the reports sent to me from America? Photographs of the Brethren breeding centers you have visited, copies of the medical files you retrieved from them? Perhaps you wish to review the tests you have conducted on your own blood and the blood of every female changed to Kyn in the last five years."
  Chris fought Nottingham all the way from the car to the airport in Rome, until he told her he would knock her out and carry her over his shoulder if she didn't cooperate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Alex backed away from the scope and stood staring at it for several minutes. The facts that she had gathered about the Kyn pathogen suddenly began to fall into place, like puzzle pieces that had decided on their own to quit waiting for her to fit them together and make the big picture. And then it was all so simple. The radiation treatment hadn't turned Robin human. Neither had Jayr's bone marrow.
  Beatrice's tears, and the fact that he had drank them, had been the reason for his remarkable transformation. His pathogen had attacked, then combined with hers to cause one final mutation.
  A laugh escaped Alex, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to smother the sound. "It can't be that simple. No way."
  Alex didn't sleep that night. She stayed in the lab and performed a few more tests on the blood samples, but she wrote nothing down about the results.
  She could run a hundred simulations, but she knew the results would always be the same. The problem was when she made the serum. She had only enough blood to make one treatment, and she wouldn't be able to test it on anyone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Afraid of him? If he didn't get away from her soon, she was going to climb up him and the wall and dig her way out of here with her bare hands.
  Jessa ducked under his arm to get out from under him, but he turned her and had her up against the wall before she could blink. This close she could see that the mark on his throat was a primitive tattoo of some kind—a circle formed from the body of a winged purple snake that was biting its own tail. She forced herself to look up into his face, but light from behind him effectively masked his features.
  Jessa grabbed his shoulders as he lifted her off her feet and pinned her to the wall. His head bent, but instead of forcing a kiss on her lips he put his mouth to her ear.
  Jessa closed her arms around his neck and held on as the unyielding iron of his thigh rubbed against her. Sweat traced the line of her back as her struggle turned inside out and she fought the wild heat rising inside her. If she didn't put a stop to this now she would do anything he wanted, right here against the wall.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Jessa ducked under his arm to get out from under him, but he turned her and had her up against the wall before she could blink. This close she could see that the mark on his throat was a primitive tattoo of some kind—a circle formed from the body of a winged purple snake that was biting its own tail. She forced herself to look up into his face, but light from behind him effectively masked his features.
  Jessa grabbed his shoulders as he lifted her off her feet and pinned her to the wall. His head bent, but instead of forcing a kiss on her lips he put his mouth to her ear.
  Jessa closed her arms around his neck and held on as the unyielding iron of his thigh rubbed against her. Sweat traced the line of her back as her struggle turned inside out and she fought the wild heat rising inside her. If she didn't put a stop to this now she would do anything he wanted, right here against the wall.