I’m waiting for Chet. A ding sounds from my cell, which vibrates shallowly against the glass-topped kitchen table. Ax: Hey babe, you ever gonna text back? Me: Yes. Here I am. Ax: Why didn't you text ...
She's stubborn and has a sharp tongue that she uses like a weapon. The Harborer, Ren, seems to have enough brain power to make out that I'm the Druid male she is destined for. Otherwise, why would I have dreamed of her? It’s an irrefutable connection, but Nova's in obvious...
It's not if but when. A throbbing vein in my head keeps time with my rabid heartbeat. “So this prick, my sperm-donor... is what? Some fucking French kingpin?” I throw up my hands. Juliette bows her head, her shoulders rounding. A horrible sound come...
She ought to be kissing his feet in thanks that he'd saved her from the merciless demons. They would have used her for sport, tearing into her virginity like starved prisoners-of-war before a feast of epic proportions. Con did not look at why it was important that he save her. She was full of her...