My Lady?” Cilia stirred on the unfamiliar bed. Fiach draped over her; his weight pressed her into the mattress. She craned her neck around and saw Rois peering around the opened door to the chamber. In that moment, she was grateful that, even though her dress was twisted around her waist, it cove...
He casually brought his bottle of beer to his lips, all the while keeping an eye on the dance floor. Club Smoke was as safe as someplace run by a Were-Dragon could be, but Aidan Gallagher, the club’s owner and Nic’s friend, occasionally asked Nic to provide some muscle and intimidation. Sipping t...
He glanced at the small woman lying so still in his arms. She hadn't regained consciousness since the attack in the rain forest. Not even the loud rotor and engine noise of the Kamov had roused her. He'd alternately prayed and sworn under his breath during the entire trip to the hotel. This was a...