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“Christ, he was a cipher.
For the first time, he worried if he could be worthy enough for Mariketa. Did he even deserve her? Yes, she was a witch, but she was also stunningly beautiful and brave and clever.
“I like football, too,” he finally said.
“You’ve already told me, so that doesn’t count.”
“I love the color of your eyes.”
She tucked a curl behind her pointed ear, sliding him the bewitching smile that made his heart punch the insides of his chest. “What’s your favorite place to visit?”
He absently answered, “Wherever you are.”
“Bowen, five things about you can’t all be about me.”
But you’re the only good thing that I’ve got. “Why no’?”
― Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
For the first time, he worried if he could be worthy enough for Mariketa. Did he even deserve her? Yes, she was a witch, but she was also stunningly beautiful and brave and clever.
“I like football, too,” he finally said.
“You’ve already told me, so that doesn’t count.”
“I love the color of your eyes.”
She tucked a curl behind her pointed ear, sliding him the bewitching smile that made his heart punch the insides of his chest. “What’s your favorite place to visit?”
He absently answered, “Wherever you are.”
“Bowen, five things about you can’t all be about me.”
But you’re the only good thing that I’ve got. “Why no’?”
― Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
“Fuck you and your little dog, too.”
― The Guardian
― The Guardian
“She says I owe her."
"And you always pay your debts? What kind of craziness is that?"
"Some people would say it's honorable."
"Some people are stupid.”
― The Darkest Craving
"And you always pay your debts? What kind of craziness is that?"
"Some people would say it's honorable."
"Some people are stupid.”
― The Darkest Craving
“Raising both of her glowing palms, she beckoned him with wiggling fingers. “Come on, then. I’ll go another round. Though by now even an amoeba would’ve learned not to fuck with me.”
Everyone grew still, silent. Then Cade started back down for her, redoubling his speed.
“No, Cade, I’ve got this,” she said evenly, never looking away from Bowe.
Meanwhile, Bowe had subtly pulled his head back, feeling as if he’d just been presented with a species of creature he had never seen. Then he caught Rydstrom’s look of amusement—the demon was obviously loving this—and he found himself . . . grinning. “Kitten’s quick to bear those claws, is she no’?”
Rydstrom ruefully shook his head at Bowe, as if sorry for his unavoidable and imminent demise, then got everyone, including a reluctant Cade, moving again.
As Bowe passed Mariketa, he leaned in close. Not bothering to hide his surprise, he murmured to her, “And damn if she does no’ have them sunk into me.”
Her gray-eyed gaze was wary. He noted that she kept her palms fired up for some time after they continued on.
Even after her blatant show of magick, he felt so proud she’d held her ground that he wanted to stand tall and point her out as his female. That’s my lass. Mine. But his heart was also thundering because he realized that in the heart of the full moon, when he was completely turned, she might not run from him. He still intended to get her away from him before this full moon, but for the future . . .
Excitement burned within him, and he found himself closing in on her and saying, “You’re bonny when you’re about to strike.”
“You would know.”
“Come, then, sheath your claws, kitten. And we’ll be friends once more.”
“We weren’t friends to begin with!”
“You’re warming to me. I can tell.”
“True. I only throw guys I dig. And don’t you dare call me kitten again!”
“You look like one with your wee, pointed ears.”
“Are you done?”
“Canna say.” He was silent for a moment, then added, “Think you’re the bravest lass I’ve ever seen. Though I doona care for your using magick against me so readily. Do you enjoy it?”
She seemed to mull this for a moment, then raised her brows. “I do. Besides, I think you need someone to threaten you now and again. To remind the great and powerful Lykae that you’re not so unbeatable.”
“Aye, I do.” He clasped her hand in his. “Sign on.”
She pulled out of his grasp. “I don’t do temp jobs. And that’s all you’re offering.”
― Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
Everyone grew still, silent. Then Cade started back down for her, redoubling his speed.
“No, Cade, I’ve got this,” she said evenly, never looking away from Bowe.
Meanwhile, Bowe had subtly pulled his head back, feeling as if he’d just been presented with a species of creature he had never seen. Then he caught Rydstrom’s look of amusement—the demon was obviously loving this—and he found himself . . . grinning. “Kitten’s quick to bear those claws, is she no’?”
Rydstrom ruefully shook his head at Bowe, as if sorry for his unavoidable and imminent demise, then got everyone, including a reluctant Cade, moving again.
As Bowe passed Mariketa, he leaned in close. Not bothering to hide his surprise, he murmured to her, “And damn if she does no’ have them sunk into me.”
Her gray-eyed gaze was wary. He noted that she kept her palms fired up for some time after they continued on.
Even after her blatant show of magick, he felt so proud she’d held her ground that he wanted to stand tall and point her out as his female. That’s my lass. Mine. But his heart was also thundering because he realized that in the heart of the full moon, when he was completely turned, she might not run from him. He still intended to get her away from him before this full moon, but for the future . . .
Excitement burned within him, and he found himself closing in on her and saying, “You’re bonny when you’re about to strike.”
“You would know.”
“Come, then, sheath your claws, kitten. And we’ll be friends once more.”
“We weren’t friends to begin with!”
“You’re warming to me. I can tell.”
“True. I only throw guys I dig. And don’t you dare call me kitten again!”
“You look like one with your wee, pointed ears.”
“Are you done?”
“Canna say.” He was silent for a moment, then added, “Think you’re the bravest lass I’ve ever seen. Though I doona care for your using magick against me so readily. Do you enjoy it?”
She seemed to mull this for a moment, then raised her brows. “I do. Besides, I think you need someone to threaten you now and again. To remind the great and powerful Lykae that you’re not so unbeatable.”
“Aye, I do.” He clasped her hand in his. “Sign on.”
She pulled out of his grasp. “I don’t do temp jobs. And that’s all you’re offering.”
― Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
“Just reason it out. What are the pros and cons with her?”
“Reason! Always with your bloody reason. Do you know what I’m going to enjoy? When you meet your demoness and she shakes to tell your unflappable demeanor. I’m going to laugh when you turn enraged, horns flaring ramrod straight every time she saunters by.”
“Noted. Now, begin with the pros.”
“Verra well. She’s clever, she’s brave, and, by all the gods, she’s graced in form. And I’m no’ going to apologize for being a typical male—I do want the sexiest female I’ve ever laid eyes on to be mine. I’ll admit that I want her on my arm and in my bed. And I want to be smug over having her desire me, too.”
“The cons . . .”
“Right back to the witchery. Would you no’ be a tad unnerved if your female could unleash the force of an atomic bomb whenever she got nettled with you?”
Rydstrom nodded in commiseration, then said, “Take away the fact that she’s a witch—”
“I will be taking away that fact,” Bowe interrupted. “Practicing witchcraft is voluntary. I could see to it that she never—”
Out of the blue, a bee stung him. “Damn it,” he muttered, slapping it away, then continued, “If I snatched her away from her coven and immersed her with the Lykae—”
Another sting. “Son of a bitch!”
When the odd breeze blew once more, Bowe narrowed his eyes. “The witch.” He gazed up at the sky and all around him. “Playing with me again! I’ll turn her over my knee for this.”
― Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
“Reason! Always with your bloody reason. Do you know what I’m going to enjoy? When you meet your demoness and she shakes to tell your unflappable demeanor. I’m going to laugh when you turn enraged, horns flaring ramrod straight every time she saunters by.”
“Noted. Now, begin with the pros.”
“Verra well. She’s clever, she’s brave, and, by all the gods, she’s graced in form. And I’m no’ going to apologize for being a typical male—I do want the sexiest female I’ve ever laid eyes on to be mine. I’ll admit that I want her on my arm and in my bed. And I want to be smug over having her desire me, too.”
“The cons . . .”
“Right back to the witchery. Would you no’ be a tad unnerved if your female could unleash the force of an atomic bomb whenever she got nettled with you?”
Rydstrom nodded in commiseration, then said, “Take away the fact that she’s a witch—”
“I will be taking away that fact,” Bowe interrupted. “Practicing witchcraft is voluntary. I could see to it that she never—”
Out of the blue, a bee stung him. “Damn it,” he muttered, slapping it away, then continued, “If I snatched her away from her coven and immersed her with the Lykae—”
Another sting. “Son of a bitch!”
When the odd breeze blew once more, Bowe narrowed his eyes. “The witch.” He gazed up at the sky and all around him. “Playing with me again! I’ll turn her over my knee for this.”
― Wicked Deeds on a Winter's Night
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