Green eyes glared over the weapon. “I guess it’s my lucky day.” The mermaid’s mossy hair floated about her head and shoulders, red starfish stuck within the mass. The business end of the harpoon lance bobbed six inches from Sophia’s nose. She cocked an eyebrow at Xavier. “...
What does it matter what color I wear?” Charlotte couldn’t keep the annoyance from her voice as her parent dithered between two gowns laid out on Charlotte’s bed. Roberta clicked her tongue. “It’s always important to present yourself the very best you can, regardless of wh...
“Oh, I will be in so much trouble, but it was worth it just to see the look on her ladyship’s face,” she told Cook as she stumbled over to a rectangular-shaped table where the cook and Mary—the scullery maid—enjoyed a cup of tea. “You let your temper out, didn’t you, dear?” Cook poured a fresh cu...
That wasn’t strictly true. She wished her genetic propensity for the art would weaken. At the very least, she wished her powers had become diluted from generations of marrying into the mortal bloodstream. Of course, that sort of luck didn’t visit her. Maybe I don’t want to know how to do magic an...
The irritation in Edwin’s voice matched his cagey pacing. Hannah glanced at her reflection in the mirror that rested on the dresser and a frown marred the smooth lines of her face. “Almost.” Earlier in the evening, he had called on the concierge to ...
Dinner with her father and Mark had been a success. The two men had bonded over their mutual love of roast chicken, and mashed potatoes and gravy — the perfect Sunday meal. Since she’d served dinner late and they’d lingered over fat slices of chocolate cake — her dad’s favorite — the sun had alre...
He winked, looking as fresh as if he’d been awake for a while. Murmuring a few nonsensical words, she struggled out of the bed and stumbled into the tiny bathroom with Stratton two steps behind. When he crowded her at the door, she threw both sets of damp race suits at him, followed by thei...
She gathered the quilt in her fists while trying hard not to scream from sheer frustration. Once Sam fled the scene this morning as if the hounds of hell were after him, she’d had no choice but to return to the house where Mrs. Altier rushed her into the parlor. After a round of questioning in wh...
Finally, she sank into one of the four buttery-soft leather chairs. Jovie ran a hand through her hair and glanced around the intimate space. Unlike the other conference room, this one could only accommodate four people. Heavy oak shelves lined one wall, filled with all sorts of books ranging from...