The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff.Rochelle Stone, Earth WitchSpeaking out against a local bigwig who's terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he's security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he's more than that.
I've always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He's hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn't speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty... Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it'll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They're either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels' SecurityWith the holidays just around the corner, I've been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts.
But that's when Earl Creighton's goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don't get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she's meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one's property and she might not sign Loki's contract. If she refuses, I'll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul.
No pressure, right?Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It's the most wonderful time of year.
The weather outside is frightful, and so are the goons trying to toss me off a snowy cliff.Rochelle Stone, Earth WitchSpeaking out against a local bigwig who's terrified of witches when you actually are a witch attracts trouble. Only the timely intervention of a big, hot biker dude saves me from a modern-day execution. He says he's security for the Concrete Angels Motorcycle Club, but I know he's more than that.
I've always had an affinity for stones, and my affinity for Flint is through the roof. He's hard as a rock and my hands tingle when I touch him. He doesn't speak aloud, but his talented hands tell me plenty... Now if I can just get the jackass trying to kill me off my back, it'll be a golden holiday for sure. Humans. They're either gloriously happy or dismally miserable. Flint, Concrete Angels' SecurityWith the holidays just around the corner, I've been looking for a quiet place to collect my thoughts.
But that's when Earl Creighton's goons try to throw a woman off my local cliff. I normally don't get involved with human troubles, but something about this woman captivates me beyond reason. We share a one-night stand and I know she's meant to be mine. But Rochelle is no one's property and she might not sign Loki's contract. If she refuses, I'll have to let her go and that will crack the foundation of my soul.
No pressure, right?Havoc, hexes, and holidays: It's the most wonderful time of year.
