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

“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

“Kissing her was like breathing, like her lips were the oxygen I needed to survive. How had I lived so long without her?”
― Lisa Kessler, Sedona Surrender

“You’re the fairy tale I never believed existed.”
― Lisa Kessler, Sedona Surrender