“Oh, yeah. That’s nice. Ow, what the devil?” A bright red spot on Riona’s arm suspiciously matched the exact size and shape of Lucy’s balled up fist. The twin glares from each side of the table would have been taken for a bad mime practicing session to a random observer. &...
Blessed Mary, don’t children hear everything? The child’s big blue eyes, too large for one so small, looked up through the black curls brushing over her face in the autumnal breeze. Maeve hesitated, wondering if she ignored it perhaps Augusta would not insist. She curled h...
His friend Marc, for whom he’d tolerate such crap because that’s what friends did. But this shit going on between Riona and Jerry? Dee was so over having to deal with the ex-demon’s idiotic attempts to win Riona’s heart while engaging in a pissing competition with Ramiel and trying to come off as...
August requested the cook prepare a tray to send up. He spent a large part of the day in his library reviewing correspondences and trying not to think about the lovely Irish girl whose presence suddenly made her so accessible. In the early afternoon, Caroline asked if she and Maeve might take the...