Angel Hatfield

“He took her hand again, enjoying the spark of fire that lit through his bloodstream and led her through the fog toward River Street.

Seeing the usually bustling area empty was equally beautiful and haunting. It brought back memories of earlier days. Centuries before cell phones and email.

Back when his crew would drop anchor in the cloak of night and shanghai new crew members out of the pubs.

Lifetimes ago.”
― Lisa Kessler, Magnolia Mystic

“How had his life changed so much in one day?

He tipped his head to see her face. She’d changed everything.

She’d said tonight was just sex, but he’d had that countless times over his long existence. Enough to know what they’d just shared was something new.

And he suspected he’d never get enough.”
― Lisa Kessler, Magnolia Mystic

“Checking the address, he knocked on the door.

The door opened a crack. “We’re closed.”

He recognized those violet eyes. His throat went dry. “Oh. You again.”

Her eyes narrowed as she chuckled. “You must have women throwing themselves at you with lines like that. What are you doing here?”

“I came to see if Flynn Enterprises has made an offer to buy your property.” His gaze wandered against his better judgement. On his ship, she’d been wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Now her curves were covered by a quality replica of a pirate’s frock coat, complete with deck boots, a bandana covering her hair, and a single hoop earring. “Didn’t take you for a pirate earlier today.”

“You seriously came over here to talk to a stranger about private financial information, and then you have the balls to comment on her work attire?” She raised a brow.

“We’re hardly strangers.” He struggled to hold back a smile and offered his hand. “I don’t think I introduced myself earlier. I’m Colton. Colton Hayes.”

She looked at his hand and finally opened the door. “Skye Olson. And apparently I’m a glutton for punishment.”
― Lisa Kessler, Magnolia Mystic

“Because my division watches immortals like your crew. It’s in the government’s best interest to keep tabs on people who could potentially be assets someday. Which is why I’m here.” He turned to Colton again. “I can use my contacts to locate the group holding the Holy Grail, but the American government can’t be tied to the recovery effort in any way.”

“So what are you sayin’?” Colton held his breath.

“I’m saying who better to steal it back than a band of pirates?”
― Lisa Kessler, Magnolia Mystic