Jana G. Oliver is an American author. Her books cross many genres, including romance/fantasy and historical mystery. An Iowa native, she currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.
I learned that the Holy Water better be fresh, that I need practice throwing the spheres, and that someone has to watch my back so asshats don't steal my demons.
So what did you bring? Lip gloss and a hairbrush?” Smirking, she unpacked the sandwiches Mort's cook had made for her, along with an ample slice of chocolate cake. “You owe me an apology. ” “Omigod, it's a feast! Okay, you're forgiven.
reading is the soul's salvation
She knew what he had in mind. He'll propose in Scotland on my birthday. There was no doubt as to what her answer would be.
When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change. " Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire. And then they became one.
Don't start,” he warned. “What?” she said, grinning. “I'm sure all the big, bad trappers have a bun-bun in their houses.
Wow! It's like magic! she exclaimed. Simon shook his head. "It's God's love. That's stronger than any magic. " - The Demon Trapper's Daughter
He slid his hand onto Riley's bare abdomen. "I got to thinkin' that a few years down the line, when yer older, what if that was our baby and I could feel it right here under my hand. Feel the life we'd created. " Riley's eyes moistened. "Girl or boy?" "Doesn't matter. If it's a girl, we can name her after my gran. Her name was Emily Rose. " "Hmm. . . I like that. Maybe the boy could be Paul Arthur, like my dad. " "Yeah, that works. But that's all the way down the line, isn't it?" It might never come to pass.
Libraries and demons," she muttered. "What is the attraction?
I’m home. Ya happy now?’ Beck’s gravelly voice demanded. ‘Yes, I am. ’ ‘Yer’ treatin’ me like i’m some idiot kid,’ he complained. ‘Gee, I wonder where I learned that?’ He hung up on her.
You can't carry the world on yer shoulders, broad as they are.
My name is Mortimer Alexander and I am a licensed summoner. " "Darn. I'd hoped you were the pizza delivery guy.
What about Beck?" "Backwoods Boy? Are you crazy? It'd be a threesome - me, him and his overbearing ego. Definitely doomed to failure.
Simon had been all lined up and he’d managed to throw away the best girl he’d ever meet. “What a dumbass,” Beck muttered. “No way I’d have done that.
You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye. "" Three?" "Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper. . . Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards. . . And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.
I can't face losin' ya, Riley. Yer all I got left in this world. ” That brutal honesty again. He'd peeled away more armor, and this time he'd exposed his heart.
I thought he worked for Heaven. ' I thought I was in love.
You will be my downfall, Riley Blackthorne.
Adults always acted like they could fix everything. But they can't. And they know it.
It was the kiss of a man who had waited years for the moment, and feared that it would never come again.