Love
London, end of the Victorian Period
“I’m afraid I can’t help you,” she said. Anthony frowned. “I beg your pardon?” Did she just refuse to help me when I hadn’t even asked her to yet?Busy filling a teapot with water, she replied, “You asked for my help with a murder investigation. And I replied that I’m unable to assist you.”Anthony stalked toward her, needing her to look at him and stop trying to dismiss him. Grabbing her shoulder, he spun her around to face him.The look of surprise on her face halted Anthony; then her lavender eyes heated to a bright purplish-blue, and instinct mixed with desire pushed him forward.His lips came down on hers, hard and fast like the rhythm of the blood humming through his body. He heard nothing beyond his own heartbeat, until she gasped and allowed his tongue to taste the sweetness of her mouth.Nectar of the gods even seemed inadequate words to describe the taste of Miss Juliet Wiccan.
