HE TURNED HER QUIET LIFE UPSIDE DOWNZack Lorenzo was a big-city P.I. specializing in the paranormal and hell-bent on unearthing secrets Josephine James had tried too hard to forget. As he focused intently on fighting an evil he couldn't identify, his chivalry was overbearing, his kisses maddening...
Not every woman hears the call Unless she's Maggi Sanger, descendant of a line of woman charged with recovering the lost chalices of female power. As in goddess power. That's right, Maggi's a modern-day Grail Keeper. But you can just call her a modern-day goddess. . . . Most of the time, her life...
Her anonymous tips to the New Orleans police had helped to crack some of their toughest cases. But the cops didn't know that this elusive contact worked in their own evidence department--or that Faith Corbett was psychic. Faith had no idea her gift was the result of genetic engineering and part o...
Charles streetcar a few blocks from her mother’s Garden District residence that afternoon, she felt physically ill. Not just because of the shouting match she’d had with Roy Chopin, one that had ended with them writing each other off for good. Not just because of how bad h...
After all, I'm Maggi Sanger, full-time college professor, sometime grail hunter and all-around stubborn woman who won't be pushed around.And things are getting even more complicated. The local women want my help, my exasperating ex wants me to marry him and the bad guys want me dead. It'll take s...
I whispered. Ben turned to me, eyes widening, in the backseat of the car sent by the bed and breakfast. “You can tell already?” I nodded, almost as surprised as he was. I’d felt something even as our train approached the Napoli Centrale station abou...
And for this moment she was his, his, his….Something poked at the back of his mind, and he ignored it to kiss Arden.Her soft arms looped smoothly behind his neck, hanging on to him as if for life. She sank against him, her breasts pillowing erotically against his chest, her cheek resting on his s...
I warned, shifting hands so that I could push his inside knee gently down, out of my way, “that this doesn’t change anything.” “I don’t see how it could,” he agreed thickly. “I’ve wanted you for so long any—yes. Oh, Mag…” I was sliding between his l...
The fact that Smith and Mitch were willing to help him meant a lot. It just reminded him, yet again, that the guys who were born into the Comitatus didn’t have to be jerks.Not that he’d stay, even so. The pain of his healing bruises he could handle. They were almost an afterthought. The pain of n...