I think I read something once

The smiling salesman with his empty briefcase came knocking at my door. Said, "I'm not selling anything, won't you just listen to me for a while." I said, "Why not and while you're at it, could you save my soul." He looked sceptical, but he came in anyway, stepped over the pile of unopened mail that made the door so hard to open and installed himself in the living room.

Bestselling author

"There's something wrong with him," said Janine. From where they were sitting, the sound of the typewriter could be faintly heard. There was a pile of paperbacks on the table between them, and on each one in letters larger than the title was the name "Colin Pendergast".