It was the middle of the night, his phone was ringing, and there was a cat on his head.
There was a cat on his head, and she wasn’t going to budge.
“Get off, you sodding feline,” he grumbled, pushing her off the pillow.
“I can feel the pull of it and echoes of the people and animals whose bodies nourished the soil,” she answered. “It’s hard to explain. I know it sounds creepy but it’s not. It’s…peaceful. Powerful.”
In Eight Nights At Sea, pirate captain Zephyr Jamieson finds Rina and her brother stowing away aboard his ship. They strike a mutually beneficial bargain: Safe passage for Rina and her brother in exchange for Rina warming the captain’s bed. But Rina is not what she seems – and Zeph is determined to learn all of her secrets.
In this scene, he’s just come out the victor in an unexpected battle, but took a good knock to the skull before it ended. He’s still reeling from the revelation that his demure bedmate has a touch of the magical about her . . .
“My head has me in a devil of a mood,” he apologized. “I just wish you’d told me everything from the beginning. Am I going to be surprised by anything else?”
She gave him a slightly mischievous grin. “Well, it wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”
He closed his eyes and smiled. “Hellion.”
She touched his cheek lightly. “I’m sorry about your head.” Continue reading
This is one of the books I’m most proud of. This one wrote itself. I’m still in love with these characters, and still ache from their wounds.