Risultati letto da "Chloe De Burgh" in Tutte le categorie

Four close friends, each with very different professional careers, enjoy their collective time together, reconnecting after Martin's recovery from a recent illness. Within 48 hours, two are dead, one is unconscious in the hospital, and the fourth is charged with double murder and attempted murder.

Kieran turned everything upside down the moment he walked into my shop. The handsome winged fae looked just like a prince from a fairy tale, but with his endearing shyness and warm heart, I took to him right away. But the kind Kieran disappeared overnight, and he shut me out.

Joining the elite jewelry enchanter's guild is all I've ever wanted...but nothing I create sparkles enough for them. After my latest rejection, I'm starting to think I'll never be good enough, no matter how perfectly I enchant an emerald. Without their approval or a coven, though, my business is sure to go under.

I've made a life of catering to any craving a friend might have—and now I have a magical pastry shop that does exactly that. Creating enchanted desserts at Pixie's Perch is my lifelong dream, and as much as I love my friends in the Wild Oak Woods, something's missing. Until the fierce warrior orc Ga'Rek shows up with his crew of Unseelie fae. He's never seen anything like my pastry shop, and I've never met anyone like him. When he starts helping out in my kitchen, he heats up more than the oven. He's got a real knack for filling eclairs with cream, too.

Three is the magic number. I gave them my heart, and they gave me theirs. But the downside of living my best life is that I have everything to lose. And sometimes it's not the obvious thing that rips it all away. It's fate. It's chance. It's the worst luck in the world for the soul who least deserves it, leaving me drowning in the one cruelty I can't take. The one storm I can't weather. I'm not a religious man. Not even close. But I'm praying right now. For her. For him. For me.

It's three in the morning, and we're in her bed. My body throbs from his mouth on me, my blood still whooshing in my ears. I want to make him feel like this, so I can drown in it. So I can drown in him. Goddamn, I want to suffocate in every fiber of Locke Halliwell with the woman I love at my side. He has me fragile already. She has me in pieces at her feet. And man alive, I wish that was all I had to worry about. But this life. It's vicious. It's deadly. And if I can't protect every soul I've ever loved from the past, the future is already in ashes at my feet.