Carol Ruiz

“all twenty-four families sat around the table: the Sundurns, Crawfords, Rodriguezes, Emerys and Larks,”
― Kate Callaghan, Potions & Proposals

“I could use an assistant, if you don’t want him.” Rosie batted her long eyelashes at Emerson, who stood a head taller. If he’s not careful, he really will become her prey. But Rosie was the perfect person to keep him distracted. “I’m not sure if we can trust him. The last email the order sent was rather threatening.” Lucy sharpened her tone to see how he would react. Maybe he’d reveal a harsher side when threatened. “I’m only here to help; I’m sorry if our head office weren’t as understanding about the complexity of work such as yours,” he said, his tone assertive but apologetic.”
― Kate Callaghan, Potions & Proposals

“Pumpkin?” Benedict said as she reached the last step. His soft tone made her uneasy. “Yes,” Lucy hissed, wondering why he had to ruin such a civil conversation. Glancing over her shoulder, his eyes lingered on her back like he knew something. “I never knew you got a tattoo.”
― Kate Callaghan, Potions & Proposals

“The town itself can burn.” He leant forward, pointing to the door. “But the women in the next room mean a great deal to me. If anything happens to them, or anyone brings them any trouble, then no sanctuary in this world or the next can help them.”
― Kate Callaghan, Potions & Proposals