Again with that slow, lordly smile. Perfectly shaped for Luc’s fist.

Ingrid released a pent-up breath against Luc’s shoulder, her nose brushing against him. He let go of her wrist, feeling absurd that he’d been so worried about Vincent’s presence. The Notre Dame gargoyle was a...

What she felt for him wasn’t a sin.”If you’ll remain a gentleman?” she asked.Nolan swiveled on his heels and twirled her into the shadowy booth. He stepped inside the small space with her, their bodies...

Not that time alone with Ingrid was something to wish away. She’d chosen him. Given herself to him, and even though he couldn’t claim her in the human way, she was still his. Passing the...

It’s not always so easy,” she said softly.”Why not? It’s a part of who you are, isn’t it?” he asked with all the sympathy of an asp being prodded with a stick.

I’m trying to keep you safe.” Safe as a porcelain bowl wrapped in cotton linen and boxed up. It would be a lie to say she didn’t want to feel safe, or that Nolan’s worry...