A color photograph dominated the front page. Someone had snapped a shot of Maximo kissing me in the cantina last night. The blood drained from my face. “Slow news day?” I said in a squeaking voice. “No. He’s big business in Sedona. Any time he’s spotted out and about, his picture ends up in the p...
Brook didn’t look up from the frying pan. Morgan might not have put a shirt on since this morning. That shouldn’t have been an issue. After last night it had become one. He didn’t have any clean clothes. That was why he’d taken to walking around half nude. He wasn’t trying to seduce her. “I cooke...
I took two backward. The creature advanced once again. I retreated until I smacked into something behind me. The obstacle had me nearly falling over before two hands set atop my shoulders to steady me. “He won’t hurt you,” a deep male voice said. I recognized it as their leader. The assurance mea...
The Summoning CHAPTER EIGHTEEN I had some serious frustration to work out which was why I wasn't too upset to hear the priestess of Water witches regularly visited the Dungeon on Saturday nights. The only Underground-club-worthy clothing I owned now was Morrígan's fetish outfit with the secret su...
Drew was sure of it. He just had to think. Food should have made it easier to do. But a quiet stomach wasn’t helping his concentration. He wasn’t called the Air witch playboy of New Hampshire for nothing. Several hearts had been broken. Half the coven was in love with him and more infatuated ladi...