The Spice of Truth and Protection
In a world where lies are forewarned and protection given, but only to the recipient of a charm, Jade Aine O`Sullivan, with her unusual sidekick, Gesimanee, travels to Ireland and the Isle of Man in search of answers that unveil secrets and untold truths. All from clues left by her dead aunt, Alice Aleea Murphy. This search has her butting heads with John Quinsten Culpepper III, a man she’s dangerously attracted to.
In a world where lies are forewarned and protection given, but only to the recipient of a charm, Jade Aine O`Sullivan, with her unusual sidekick, Gesimanee, travels to Ireland and the Isle of Man in search of answers that unveil secrets and untold truths. All from clues left by her dead aunt, Alice Aleea Murphy. This search has her butting heads with John Quinsten Culpepper III, a man she’s dangerously attracted to.
In a world where lies are forewarned and protection given, but only to the recipient of a charm, Jade Aine O`Sullivan, with her unusual sidekick, Gesimanee, travels to Ireland and the Isle of Man in search of answers that unveil secrets and untold truths. All from clues left by her dead aunt, Alice Aleea Murphy. This search has her butting heads with John Quinsten Culpepper III, a man she’s dangerously attracted to.
The cup clatters against the saucer as he pushes it away. And his gaze once again locks onto hers.
Jade stiffens from his direct stare. She has yet to hear her charm’s tinkle, forewarning of an untruth he surely will tell.
“Miss O`Sullivan,” says John, his jaw flexing, “you must have a Druid ancestor.”
She opens her mouth. Then she shuts it. The prick of heat, like a lit cigarette tip, burns Jade’s skin near her sachet d'epices. She still doesn’t know what to think of her charm’s odd behavior.
A leisurely smirk appears as his sky-blue eyes darken like the dead of night. “Surely—you knew?”
She moves her head from side to side, saying nothing. Gesimanee’s low growl vibrates against her arms.
His pale hand smacks the counter, causing her to jerk from the sudden movement.
“Well, enough for one day.” John stands and walks over to her. “I’ll be by tomorrow to pick you up for brunch promptly at 10:45.” His breath is warm against her cheek as he whispers, “There are things we still need to discuss.” Suddenly, his lips crush hers, stealing a kiss.
Heels clicking echo down the hall as John leaves.
Her lips are afire as tingling sweeps down to her fingertips and toes. Flutters sour the tea in her stomach. She pushes her cup away. What a forewarning. But a forewarning of what? Her Druid ancestry? Or the stolen kiss? Well—the devil’s itch!
