“Temptress!” “Darling!” Ardith blinked, looked around at the sea of shocked, angry faces, and then glanced down at the black leather bustier and micro-mini she’d returned in. Oops. She’d come to a seventeenth-century party in a twenty-first century dress. She glared into the leering face of the last speaker, his red-veined nose telling her everything she needed to know about his doubtful judgment. “Les’ kiss.” He puckered wet, rubbery lips and swayed in her direction. A low rumbling sound caused the old drunk to wobble and blink. He slowly looked down at the set of massive white teeth vibrating mere inches from his crotch. “I’d advise you to step back, sir. My dog hasn’t eaten for a while and he’s very hungry.” The man’s mouth worked in silent terror, his bloodshot eyes bulging as he stared at the huge, golden wolfhound with snapping silver eyes.
