Spartan Heart: Losing it all places you in a position to gain everything. Time means nothing when the one destined to love your heart has waited centuries.
Sent away to college in America, Evangeline swore she would never return to England. Anger loses its value when tragedy forces her home to assume ownership of the family's beloved Greco-Roman museum.
Placing a foolish, drunken kiss on a Greek statue in the museum's basement, Evangeline unknowingly frees a Spartan prince from an evil oracle's curse. Suddenly, her lonely life is invaded by the rakish man with knowing emerald green eyes who never eats or sleeps, and seems to know her every thought and feeling.
Falling in love is dangerous, especially when it's with a man who has already been claimed by the bitter oracle Demona. From the moment of her kiss, Evangeline is swept into Dorien's world of mystery, danger, and passion. The Oracle's fury only mounts as they unravel Demona's darkest secrets, but not before Demona finds out about their unborn half-breed immortal twins.
Demona uses her knowledge of the future to manipulate, but sometimes love has a will, and a heart...of its own.
Excerpt
Her father rested in a casket of dark mahogany wood, etched with Hellenistic vases and statues of art. Her mother’s casket was a rich iridescent lavender. Edged like a round Grecian pillar, it was adorned with flowing fountains and lush gardens made from mother-of-pearl and diamond dust. Evangeline had cared nothing about cost. Her parents deserved the best.
Taryn leaned forward and whispered in her ear. Somehow Evangeline knew what her best friend was going to say.
“Evan, it’s time. Are you ready, love?”
With a furrowed brow, she shook her head. But it mattered little that she wasn’t ready. The time to face her darkest fear was now. She wasn’t sure how long she had held her breath. Her body burned its need for air. She sucked in deep, but it felt scarce and thick. Every muscle in her body threatened to spasm in revolt. Taryn and Eliza helped her to stand. Every agonizing step only brought her closer. She was surprised she made it to the caskets.
Evangeline stared at her father’s pale face. Her whole world fell apart. The depth of her loss sent her reeling. The finality of unquenched pain imprinted on her soul. Fearing the brink of collapse, she placed her hand on his chest, sobbing aloud. Always loving and gentle, her daddy had doted and cherished her. She caressed his strong, broad shoulder. She would forever miss the safest place her head had ever rested. He looked so peaceful, as if he was sleeping. She resisted the urge to pat and wake him.
Her father’s honey-wheat hair was combed back. His lifeless hands clasped still over his abdomen. Placing her hand in Taryn’s dress pocket, Evangeline retrieved his beloved pocket watch and nestled it into his cold fingers. Desperate cries stuck in her throat. She placed lingering kisses on his cheek and forehead as she wept.
“I love you, Daddy. Please forgive me. I’m so sorry. I should have known better. You deserved better than me. I would take back every wretched thing I did to you and Mummy, if only I could. Please, know how much I love you. I’m not mad anymore. I should have told you. Please take care of Mummy. Tell her I’m so sorry.”
Evangeline closed her eyes. She fought for another strained breath. With a twirl of black chiffon, she turned and forced herself to look at her mother. Gifted, intelligent, and beautiful, her Mum was the love of her father’s life. The long, black curls she’d always loved swirled around her angelic face. Like her father, her mother appeared happy while sleeping. Her cheek rested against her mother’s breast. She longed for the warm, soft skin that had been replaced by a cold, hard shell. If only her mother could embrace her, stroke her hair and face as she always used to do. Soothing touches were always soft, overflowing with so much love. The sound of Mummy’s laughter was the sweetest balm to her soul.
“Mummy! I’m so sorry! I want to tell you I’m sorry. Don’t leave me! How can I live without you and Daddy? I can’t do this! But I deserve it! I don’t deserve a family. I’ve earned the punishment of being left all alone.”
Rocking from the balls of her heels to the tips of her toes, everything swirled around her. The despondency of her mind was a constant reminder that nothing was left for her here. Not the world, not her friends, not even the museum. If only she had the chance to go back! She would live with her parents’ choices, despite her inability to understand their reasons. If given the chance, she would fall to her knees and beg for their forgiveness.
Her white knuckles latched onto the caskets for support. Evangeline’s head fell limp towards her chest. Jerky sobs wracked her body. Her face was swollen and tight from a constant stream of tears that wouldn’t ebb. It was a wonder she could see at all.
Stealing a glance at her God-Mum, Eliza’s protective gaze caught and held hers captive. It was certain where Taryn had inherited the pale hazel-green color; only Eliza’s were enriched with far more hazel. Early in her forties, Eliza’s trim beauty could pass for ten years younger. The soft blush of her creamy skin boasted a permanent maternal glow. Straight brown hair was toned with vibrant strands of russet, pinned up in a loose bun. Regal as a queen, no one was more lady-like.
A sudden smile appeared on Eliza’s face. Evangeline knew it was forced. Even counterfeit, the head-turning dimples in her chin and right cheek demanded attention. Tears misted her sad, lonely eyes. Hollow shadowed rings rested under long, sooty lashes, exposing the depth of her grief. Evangeline knew this funeral was Hell for Eliza, too. Today, her God-Mum would bury her best friend.
Taryn tried in vain to console her weeping mother. But Eliza couldn’t be comforted. The loss of Helena had swept the rug out from beneath her feet. Nothing would ebb the flow of anguish rolling down her delicate face. Time would never fade the affliction and despondence in her soulful cries.
Priest Nikolas was patient, never giving any indication for the need to rush. Weary from mourning, Taryn and Eliza guided Evangeline back to her seat. The invasive sounds of lamentation filled the church. With the flow of his robe trailing nobly behind him, Nikolas approached the pulpit. He bowed of his head and opened with a subtle prayer. Evangeline didn’t hear a word of it.
She was jolted when Taryn called her name.
“Come on, doll. It’s time to walk to the cemetery.”
Nodding in absent agreement, Evangeline staggered towards the open church doors. The adjoining cemetery would be a short jaunt. Bright sunlight flooded Evangeline’s face. She squinted against the glare. She gasped. Large crowds of people were congregated in front of the church. Curious gawkers lined the sidewalk. Vans from various news and media outlets were littered everywhere. Reporters gave live reports in front of rolling cameras. Helicopters continued to circle, hovering noisily from above. Caught off guard, she turned her head toward the clicks of cameras. The blinding barrages of flashes were disorienting. Evangeline groaned. She leaned towards Eliza and Taryn in alarm.
“Why are all these people here? Do they expect us to walk right through them?”
Eliza’s voice was always so full of reason. “Evan, your parents were well loved and admired here in London. The museum made them local celebrities. Everyone is shocked and saddened by the news of their tragic deaths. As their only heir and sole successor to the museum, I’m afraid their focus now falls on you. It is unfortunate the news stations have decided to make today the start of their media circus. But don’t you worry, love! We’ll break through this crowd.”
Uniformed pallbearers exited the church. Slow in their steps, the white of their gloves was brilliant against the brass handles of heavy caskets. Eliza clutched her black-beaded satchel purse tight under the crook of her armpit. With delicate strokes, she smoothed her black silk suit. Craning her neck, her gaze found her daughter behind her. She and Taryn’s stares were intense, igniting in challenge.
“Taryn, I’ll get out first and push the blokes back. Get Evangeline into the safety of the cemetery. I’ll meet you both at the graveside service.”
Taryn nodded once in acceptance of her mission. “Got it.”
Her best friend turned to her. Evangeline didn’t miss Taryn’s smile, or her gentle wink of reassurance. “Evan, this might get a little rough, but whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand, all right?”
Nodding, Evangeline held a hand over her black broad-brimmed hat. They had no choice but to storm through the crowd. Inhaling a nervous breath, the air felt heavy in an instant. The taps of her heels fell silent the moment they reached the bottom church step. Rushed by the crowd, a swarm of people engulfed them.
Eliza pushed forward, plowing through droves of curious bystanders. Taryn was close on her mother’s heels, pulling Evangeline close behind her. Evangeline cringed at the constant awkward touches of strangers. A firm solid jerk on her upper arm stopped her cold. Her chest tightened in panic when her hand fell from the safety of Taryn’s protective grasp.
Swaying in a tight sea of bodies, Evangeline was desperate to keep her hat and her footing. If she fell, she would be trampled to death. Pulling her shoulders in tight, it did nothing to alleviate being shoved about. Holding her breath, the rancid scents of sweat, cheap perfume, and body odor made her feel like she would vomit. Unfamiliar faces were all around her. There was no sign of Taryn or Eliza. Pressure from the vice grip shot pain up her arm. Evangeline had no choice but to turn and face the one who dared to hold her captive.
The petite, sandy-blonde looker was obviously twenty-something. She was stunning in her ruffled lavender skirt suit. Warm honey-brown doe-eyes twinkled with mischief. One eye was shadowed by the dull motley blend of yellow and green, giving away a recent black-eye. Discoloration of the bruise took nothing away from the woman’s beauty. Drop-dead gorgeous, she had more to offer than visual perks; she was educated. Speaking into her microphone, her elegant voice dripped with professional eloquence and enthusiasm. Despite the woman’s live broadcast, a death-grip was still latched on to Evangeline, who was taken by complete surprise when the reporter’s microphone thrust abruptly in her face.
“Miss Montgomery, I’m Ember Thornton from WE-C-U News. Will you please give our fabulous viewers an update on the status of Scotland Yard’s investigation into the tragic murder of your beloved parents?”
Caught off guard, Evangeline’s head shook in bewilderment. Was this woman expecting her to answer this question on live television?
“Um...Well…”
Ember’s mischievous stare glowed with curiosity. “Is it true that as the heir to your parents’ massive fortune, you plan to assume the reins of London’s coveted Greco-Roman museum?”
“Ah, yes.”
“One more question, if you please. Would you like to tell the viewers why you’ve failed to visit home in the last nine years? Was there some family riff-raff that kept you away?”
Evangeline’s head jerked back in stunned surprise, as if Ember slapped her face. But her wits returned in an instant. Guilt placed her in position for playing a good round of defense. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits, prepared for declaration of war. How dare this milk-faced kitten invade her shrine of personal shame!
A familiar voice drifted through the crowd. Evangeline craned her neck.
Taryn!
Her timing was a welcome sight. But upon further inspection, Taryn’s wretched expression was thoroughly peeved and miffed. Dark arched brows furrowed in anger. Teeth were bared and clenched. Her death stare was stuck like glue on her intended target.
Ember Thornton.
Taryn shoved her way through the tight packed gawkers, rescuing Evangeline from Ember’s grip. Hands on her hips, Taryn leaned forward, shouting loud into Ember’s face.
“Let me tell you something, blondie! If you value those pretty locks of yours and want to avoid a matching shiner for your other eye, back off!”
Ember’s gaze narrowed in retaliation. Her tone dared to be defensive. “Well now! We are only trying to get the facts, Miss…?”
“Hampton. Taryn Hampton. And for the record, peaches, if I run into you again, my fist is going to be planted in your face!”
Ember sucked in a mortified breath. With the back of her hand lying flush against her forehead, she feigned the perfect damsel-in-distress. Regaining her composure in an instant, the beauty smiled wicked in parody, making Evangeline think of the Cheshire Cat. Without a moment of haste, a twirl of lavender ruffles swooshed back towards the rolling camera. Ember’s long lashes fluttered in innocence. She flirted with her invisible audience.
“There you have it, a threat against my person involving the sole heir of the Montgomery fortune. Is there a family secret Miss Montgomery is hiding? We will give you updates as our investigation continues. With a live report from the Montgomery funeral at St. Bartholomew’s church, this is Ember Thornton from WE-C-U News. Cheerio, London!”
Elbows high, Taryn pulled Evangeline through the tough crowd. It was a relief to retreat into the safety of the cemetery. They stopped to gather their wits at a large old oak tree. After a few haggard breaths, Taryn’s face was flushed. It sounded like she was growling. She re-positioned Evangeline’s hat and fluffed her curls.
“Evan, are you okay? What is wrong with all of these people? And that Ember bimbo! No respect! Absolute rubbish! I’m so glad I found you! Can you believe that bloody reporter had the nerve to try and create some controversy?”
Evangeline shivered and caught her breath. Riddled with agitation, her mood changed in an instant. Her eyes narrowed in accusation. Balling up her fists, she rested them akimbo on her hips.
“I’m okay. A little shook up, but I’ll survive. I felt like I was interrogated by a barrister! And, why are you complaining about controversy and rubbish? Threatening to beat up a reporter on live television wasn’t a big help, Taryn! If anything, you’ve only instigated her!”
“Well, I’m sorry, Evan. What can I say? Barbie’s lucky I didn’t pop her one in the face, talking to you like that. Anyways, now we’re safe in the cemetery. If I know Mum, she’s calling for a team of security as we speak. They’ll be here in time to shield us when it’s time to walk to the limousine. None of us had any idea this media frenzy was going to happen. Try not to think about that crazy woman’s questions. It’s none of her business, all right, love?”
Evangeline nodded. She chewed at her bottom lip.
“Now that we’ve survived, are you ready to go to the gravesite service?”
Fired up and restless, Evangeline’s nerves were on edge. Heels sunk into the dirt in pace. It did little to relieve her anxiety. If only they could leave and get out of this wretched place.
“I guess I have no choice,” she whispered in resignation.
Taryn grabbed her by the hand and forced her to stop pacing. The smirk on her face promised she would stay awful close.
“Okay, here we go, Sister! I’m not letting you go this time!”
Taryn didn’t wait for a response, which was probably a good thing, especially since Evangeline was about to object. Dragged like a helpless child towards the waiting funeral party, it was a nightmare stuck in slow motion. Evangeline risked a gaze to evaluate her surroundings. In an instant, she was sorry.
People loitered everywhere. Evangeline heard voices. The necks of gawkers craned. Their stares penetrated her body like a hailstorm of bullets. Her cheeks burned hot in embarrassment. She was grateful for the strength of Taryn’s hand. Without it, how would she keep walking?
The sounds of whispers and murmurs filled her ears. Evangeline fought the urge to run away and hide. Searching the sea of unknown faces, the tear-filled eyes of strangers stared back at her in apology. She was certain everyone meant well, but she didn’t want their sympathy. All she wanted was her parents.
But what if there was gossip? The thought made Evangeline want to die of humiliation. After all, Ember Thornton’s observations were right. This was her first visit home in nine years. Perhaps she was bordering on paranoid? But still, if anyone was gabbing gossip, then she deserved it for being such a fool. Did everyone know about the blow-up she had with her parents before they sent her away?
Painful memories lingered. Evangeline flinched at the gaping hole tearing through her heart. Glancing ahead at the caskets, they rested side-by-side. Bile burned her belly and throat. She inhaled deep breaths through her nose. Sweat beaded along the back of her neck. Hot and weak, she couldn’t move. It was impossible to swallow the knot that formed in her throat.
The gravesite service was comatose. The constant flashes of cameras persisted. It made Evangeline feel like a freak at a circus. Strangers stared and gawked, pushing her over the edge. Wanting to scream like a woman possessed, all she could do was stand there in silence. The bodies of her parents were lowered into the ground.
With a toss of her hands, bouquets of red and white roses whooshed through the air. Then she heard it; the sick moist thud of flowers made contact with the tops of shadowed caskets. Breaking free of Taryn and Eliza’s grasp, Evangeline reached her summit. She finally gave in to temptation.
She ran.
Hopping over benches, Evangeline skipped over decorative stones and brushed past baskets and urns full of bright artificial flowers. She didn’t care that she left them standing with their jaws dropped open in stunned silence. She slowed her run to a brisk walk. Shuffled steps carried her as fast as black matte heels would allow. Any moment now, she would reach the safety of the limousine. The car would give her solace from all of these crazy people. Swollen, tear-blurred eyes made walking difficult.
Evangeline wound her way through the cemetery. Blinking several times helped clear away the cobwebs. Heels sunk deep into the damp earth. Slowing her pace, she wound around crypts half consumed by ivy. Limestone headstones all seemed to match. Every one of them was etched with angels, flags, and heartfelt poems. Taryn’s voice was faint. It echoed far behind her. Refusing to look back, Evangeline didn’t stop. Out from the shadows, a stranger approached her. Ignoring him, she planned to side-step the bloke. But something sparked the moment his eyes caressed her face. Familiarity forced a quick second look. Shimmers of deja-vu made her stop abrupt.
There he stood, right in front of her, blocking her path. She searched the smooth lines of his jaw and face. Dark blue eyes held her captured. She knew those broad shoulders. The way he touched her hand was far too intimate. His boldness left her stunned, straining for memory. Where had she seen him before? Recognition came in a sudden rush…like a sucker punch in the belly. Leave it to her to run into her ex-boyfriend. There wasn’t a single word she wanted to hear from this lying, cheating louse.
Andrew Carter.
Evangeline looked around uncomfortably and leaned to the side. Searching past Andrew’s body, she needed a new route of escape. Being accosted twice in one day was starting to tick her off.
“Andrew? W-what are you doing here?”
If she were lucky, the cad wouldn’t answer.
“I’m sorry, Evan, but I tried to stay away. I had to see you and express my condolences.”
So much for luck.
She tried not to stare. The passage of time had been kind. Andrew’s handsome face was only much more beautiful. But his presence made her remember.
He’d betrayed her.
“You should’ve stayed home!” she shot at him.
His shaking hand grazed through cropped brown hair.
“Please don’t be like this. I’m here for you and speak from the heart.”
“Oh? I wasn’t aware there was a ounce of honesty in your whole body, not to mention in your lifeless heart.”
“Okay, I deserved that. Will you ever forgive me, Evangeline? It’s been over nine years. We have both grown up since University.”
“When I left for college you promised you loved me, Andrew. Like a fool, I gave you my innocence before I left. But you lied and slept with all of my friends. I was barely gone a year. You did nothing but break my heart!”
The caress of his gaze made her flinch. But he no longer held the power to melt her heart. Evangeline could only guess what this jerk must have been thinking. He probably hoped his sad, pathetic expression would be enough to weasel himself back into her good graces.
If only she could gouge his eyes out.
“You are right. I’ve lied and betrayed you, but I was young and stupid. I had no idea what you meant to me. I know now you’re all I’ve ever wanted. If you’ll give me another chance, I swear I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I still love you, and I want to marry you.”
“No! You know nothing of love. You have violated every shred of trust we’ve ever had. Don’t you see? There can never be a future for us. How dare you think you can just show up here, uninvited, and at my parents’ funeral, no less? I care nothing for your sympathies. They sound as hollow as your apologies. Now, go away and leave me alone!”
Taryn appeared at Evangeline’s side. Bending forward with her hands on her hips, she labored to catch her breath. Her stare shot daggers at Andrew from her bent position. Protective as always, her best friend rose rod-straight. Shoving his chest hard, she forced him to take a step back.
“This is not the time or the place, Andrew. Leave Evan alone. Excuse your lame existence, and let us pass.”
Andrew’s jaw dropped in stunned silence. Like a pro, he collected his wits. It would appear that over time he had gained a few smarts. The fire in Taryn’s eyes made the bloke take another step back. Taryn cupped Evangeline by the elbow, leading her in the direction of the waiting limousine. “We’re almost to the car, Evangeline.”
Eliza caught up, gasping. Reaching out to Evangeline, she grasped her other hand.
“C’mon, girls. Let’s get out of here!”
Security saw them coming. An officer motioned for them to follow. Comforting feelings suddenly surfaced. They reached the safety of the limousine. The tantalizing musk of leather never smelled so good. Evangeline’s head back fell against the overstuffed seat. Her body shook violently. The clink of ice cubes tinkled against glass. Taryn shoved a shot of aged scotch in her hand. Gulping the amber liquid like water, Evangeline coughed and sputtered. She held the empty glass against her breast. Her breath was stolen as the spirits horrid vapors burned its fiery trail. A warm glow spread throughout her body.
Her mind raced to the beat of her heart. After nine years, she never expected Andrew to come and find her. The rogue still had a way of making her heart hurt. As lonely as she felt, and despite his proclamations of love and apologies, she would never take him back. Hollow confessions meant nothing coming from a liar.
Searching her best friend’s face, the tears stung Evangeline’s cheeks.
“Taryn, please take me home.”
Chapter Two
The London Museum of Greco-Roman History was the love of Evangeline’s life. It provided her family with a rich and robust living experience. Every facet of her existence revolved around that enchanted place. The death of her parents transferred full ownership interest. It now belonged to her. As much as she coveted the beloved gallery, the pride of ownership felt hollow without her parents by her side.
Her cell phone lit up, dancing in circles over the fine lacquered wood of the formal dining room table. The tune of Margaritaville perked up her mood. She stole a glance at the familiar phone number lighting up her Blackberry. Intuition promised Taryn was up to something.
“Hello?”
“Cheerio, Evan! What are you up to? And why did you answer the phone like a wretched Yank?”
Evangeline stifled the chuckle that forced her cough. “I’m just chilling out.”
“You liar! I know you’re keeping busy. But I do want to ask a favor, only a small little favor for your best pal in the whole wide world.”
Evangeline glanced out her front living room window. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. She could spot a smooth-talker from a hundred miles away.
“What do you want?”
“You’ve been locked up in that big house since the funeral. I miss our girl time. Say you’ll go out with me. We can hang out at Kingston’s Pub. Pleeeeeaaaase?”
Evangeline cringed. Her best friend just had to add that huge helping of guilt. Smiling in realization, Taryn’s corny line was actually working! Perhaps a girl’s night out wouldn’t be so bad.
“I guess it couldn’t hurt. But only for a little while. I have so much to do, you know?”
The sound of hands clapping in the background took a moment to register. Evangeline rolled her eyes.
The little plotter!
“Yay! I knew you would say yes! You couldn’t resist the charm of your bestie!”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Taryn…it’s more like the charm of a She-devil.”
“Call it what you like, you’re still going! No backing out now!”
“Very well. What time do you wish to pick me up?”
“I’ll be there at six o’clock…and for cripes sake, Evan, please dress up! You’ll feel better if you look somewhat human!”
“Okay, I promise to look human,” she mimicked. “Now let me go so I can get ready. I’ll see you when you get here. Cheerio.”
Evangeline hung up, dropping her phone into her purse. Without a doubt, her best friend would hold her to it.
Human!
By the hands of her watch, she had an hour. Scurrying up the stairs, she flew into the room she liked to call her closet. She chose a white pleated mini-dress with spaghetti straps. The thin material felt whisper-soft against her skin. Gazing into the depths of the tall full-length mirror, she couldn’t help but think of a Greek goddess.
A Greek goddess with blonde hair!
Despite the exotic glow of her mother’s Greek olive skin and raven hair, she inherited her father’s fair skin and honey-blonde locks. But she didn’t escape her mother’s gene pool entirely. She was blessed to inherit the rare copper eyes that survived the passing of many generations.
Evangeline stared at her reflection. Random thoughts of Andrew made her laugh out loud. Besides her father, Andrew was the only man who ever held her heart. In an act of stupidity, she had given him her virginity the night before she left for Princeton.
The experience was horrid and painful, completely void of pleasure. It made her skeptical of a woman’s ability to enjoy the wretched act. But Andrew had enjoyed himself. His clumsiness had been evident throughout the whole disappointing experience. It was soon overshadowed by his inability to use any form of protection. It was a miracle she hadn’t gotten pregnant.
Once she had arrived in Jersey, Evangeline was one to learn her lessons fast; being wise to keep her nose planted in her books and studies and away from the droves of men who begged for her company. Likely labeled a Tory prude at Princeton, she was happy to live with the title. Thanks to Andrew, there was never any desire to pursue any new romantic relationships. She would rather die anold spinster. With the flames of betrayal flickering fresh in her memory, she didn’t trust men as far as she could throw them.
The long-winded doorbell chimes tolled and echoed throughout the manse. She heard the slam of her heavy front door. Evangeline glanced at her watch.
Six o’clock sharp.
Her best friend was so darn tenacious. That girl was never late for anything.
Evangeline ran down the hallway, flying down the stairs. She hoped to make her grand entrance. With her best vixen smile, Evangeline opened her arms. Shrugging her shoulders, she spun around in charmed circles, waiting in anticipation for approval.
“Well? Have I earned any brownie points? Do I look human enough?”
Taryn laughed and clapped her hands. She bowed a decisive nod. Belting out a loud whistle between her fingers, it echoed through the house for emphasis.
“If you looked any hotter, you’d be dangerous!”
Evangeline sighed in relief. She had passed the test.
Taryn looked pretty hot, too. Tight black jeans, a red silk tube top, and some silver strappy heels; her hair always looked amazing. Long dark hair was filled with tons of caramel-blonde highlights. The loose natural wave was enough to make any girl jealous. Pale hazel-green eyes made her think of an expensive Egyptian cat. Her orbs couldn’t decide if they wanted to be green or gold. Regardless of color, without a doubt, her best friend was beautiful.
Heading towards the door; Taryn threw her pink Gucci purse over a tan bare shoulder. With a cock-eyed grin, sculpted eyebrows rose up and down in provocation. As usual, her expression was always begging for trouble.
“Are you ready to have some fun or what?”
* * * *
Kingston’s pub must have exceeded full capacity. Evangeline stuffed her I.D. back into the disarray of her wallet. Taryn grabbed her by the hand, forcing her to walk faster. Scores of pub patrons leaned against tobacco-yellowed walls, with drinks in hand. Watchful, they were always on the hunt. It was a treasure to find an unattended table.
Evangeline picked up her pace; she hoped they wouldn’t share the same fate. Taking a full scan, the pub hadn’t changed. Considered a low scale dump by their high dollar social class, she and Taryn had always preferred it. If anything, the faces there were far friendlier. And when you left, no one had to bother pulling the jeweled daggers out of your back. Ritzy snobs who called themselves friends often came at a high price. Kingston’s Pub was considered a place of refuge. This wouldn’t be the last time since she stepped foot in this delightful place.
Taryn looked back, as if reading her mind. She threw Evangeline an exhausted look.
“Come on, girl! Hurry your step. Jake reserved our table!”
They squeezed through a sardine can of bodies. A wide variety of 80’s and 90’s music belted loud, mixed with a splash of European discotheque. An inexhaustible well of songs were delivered in consecutive abundance, compliments of a greasy-haired disk-jockey sporting dark, Oakley shades. Pounding rhythm ricocheted against nicotine walls, pouring from high mounted speakers. Happy smiles lit pub-shadowed faces. The vibe of the crowd was warm, yet spirited. The dance floor was as crowded as the tables. Voices hollered loud, as if everyone was angry, all in an effort to be heard over the music. Strobes of colored lights illuminated the dance floor, grazing over half-baked patrons.
Their reservation sign was found at a dark high-bar table. Nodding in recognition, Jake gave a lazy smile and headed their way. He wiped his hands on the front of worn denim blue jeans. Without a doubt, Jake was more than handsome. With the twist of his wrist, he pulled a handy pencil from behind a dirty-blonde Keith Urban coiffed ear. A hopeless flirt, he knew he was a looker. His baby blue stare passed between Evangeline and Taryn, as if he could have his choice. Evangeline wished he would stick to their business.
Taryn cleared her throat, jogging his memory of her usual order. His pencil glided back behind a covered ear. Within minutes, two pints of house ale and a bowl of chips were delivered with a smile. Bold enough to take another look back; Jake smiled in mischief before he disappeared into the crowd. Taryn’s smile was wicked. It would seem Jake wasn’t the one who admired the view.
“His tush is so hot!”
Evangeline giggled, taking a quick swig of her ale.
“I wouldn’t know. I was too busy looking at his face, you naughty girl!”
Taryn was always hysterical. Evangeline wiped happy tears from her eyes. A night out with her best friend was just what the doctor ordered. Only this physician was biased. A doctor like her Mum, Taryn was almost finished with her residency.
Jake returned with refills, ushering in another naughty fit of uncontrolled laughter. The beginning bass thumps of Relax by Frankie Goes to Hollywood reverberated against Evangeline’s eardrums. Bracing herself, she knew what was coming next.
Taryn sprung off her bar stool. Hooting out loud, she jumped like a woman who just won the lottery.
“Oh, Evan! I love this song!”
Taryn was a woman possessed, making a bee-line towards the dance floor. Sipping her golden suds, Evangeline laughed and fought the temptation to fetch a priest. Taryn was a delicious sight of jiggle and bounce. Looking Heavenward, Evangeline caught herself praying. Only the assistance of divine intervention would help that poor red tube top last the night.
“Hello, gorgeous!”
Evangeline’s head snapped to her left. Recognition of the bearer’s voice made her eyes narrow into thin slits. “Andrew? Fancy meeting you here.”
“Please be nice, Evan. I swear this is a coincidence.”
She tried to play it cool. “Indeed.”
“You look beautiful tonight.”
Her heart flinched. The club lights danced in his deceitful, blue eyes.
If only she could punch him in the face.
“Um, thank you.”
“How are you? I think about you all the time.”
Evangeline sighed. She resisted the urge to bite her bottom lip. “I’m as well as can be expected.”
“I’m so glad. You must know I wish for your every happiness.”
Evangeline had no choice. She laughed it off. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ll be fine,” she lied.
“Will you consider going out on a date? Now before you say no, I mean a small date, such as tea…something simple. I would like for us to get to know each other again. You know, start over, if you will.”
“I’m sorry, Andrew, but I’m not interested. I don’t want to hurt your feelings.”
Evangeline meant it. She didn’t want to hurt him.
Even though the jerk deserved it.
“Then say yes. If you don’t feel comfortable, I’ll never bother you again.”
“No. I’m not going to deal with this right now.”
“Of course! How insensitive of me. You have a lot on your plate. I’ll give you more time. As much time as you need.”
“No, Andrew, that isn’t it.”
Andrew kissed her cheek. “I have to go, Evan. It was so nice to see you. Cheerio, angel.”
Evangeline’s cheek burned where his lips had been. The arrogant cad had no idea how much she had loved him. Every time she saw his pretty face, it was like pouring acid into a festered wound that would never heal. Lifting the rim of her mug against her lips, she gulped the last half of her pint. Taryn’s mug looked pretty lonely, so she slammed the rest of hers, too. Motioning to Jake, she smiled in wonder as she double-fisted two fresh mugs of ale.
Taryn sauntered back to the table. Out of breath, she balanced her rump on the puffed crown of her wooden stool. In an instant, her smile left her face. Her eyes narrowed and filled with suspicion.
Evangeline hummed and looked away. She tried to pretend she wasn’t hogging all the mugs of ale.
“Are you having fun, Evan?”
“Uhhh-huh.”
Evangeline attempted to stand. But her hip bumped against the table. Ale sloshed like stormy sea waves. Liquid gold escaped the rims of half-filled mugs. A large coat of amber spread a puddle across the table, roiling into fizzy foam. Taryn screeched and saved her purse, throwing several large wads of napkins in an effort to contain the oozing mess.
“Okay, time to go home, Evangeline.”
With the wave of Taryn’s hand, Jake approached. She collected her ticket and laid a wad of cash on the only dry spot left on the table. Evangeline reached in her purse and threw her own wad of money. It landed on top of Taryn’s pile.
Taryn’s dark brows furrowed. “No, Evan, I’ve got the ticket!”
Evangeline laughed impishly. “I know, but Jake kept me hydrated.”
“All right, girl, let’s go!”
Evangeline swaggered across the parking lot, her best friend in tow. She hummed until they reached Taryn’s black Corvette, a must-have after a summer visit to Jersey. Relaxing against the gray leather, Evangeline played with the radio buttons in search of any good beat. She had to admit, British radio was rubbish compared to nine years of American radio. With the push of a button, she turned it off. The ride to the house was in comfortable silence. Engine horses revved as they turned onto the Estate drive. Only the scent of orange blossoms welcomed her home.
“Thanks for taking me out. You were right. A night out was a jolly idea.”
“You’re welcome. Do you need any help? I shouldn’t have let you drink so much.”
Evangeline shrugged her shoulders. “I’m fine. I had what…three beers?
“Try more than that. You drank all your pints…and mine.”
“Duly noted,” Evangeline slurred, slipping her house key into the mahogany door. She couldn’t get the door to unlock. The clinks of jiggled keys chimed from wriggling them without mercy. “These keys are stuck again.” Tempted by the garden of colors from the door’s floral patterned stained glass window, Evangeline resisted the urge to push her fist through it to unlock it by hand. She was lucky she didn’t need to use the bathroom.
In a gentle brush, Taryn pushed her aside. Turning the key with a swift twist of wrist, the door swung wide open. With a smile, she withdrew the keys and nestled them in Evangeline’s palm.
“Go to bed, Evan. I love you. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“I love you, too. I’ll talk to you then.”
The large wood door glided closed and latched behind her. Its angry echo permeated the silence. She set her bronze quilted purse next to the large crystal vase of fresh flowers. Her manicured fingernails swooshed an invisible trail along the edge of the round glass foyer table. Evangeline’s gait was lazy. She shuffled her sandals against marble opalescent tiles. Its slide became muffled upon contact with plush mocha carpet.
She scanned the large living room for any sign of life. All that lingered here was the solemn spirit of this desolate house. Dark and still, her broken home was eerie and silent. Even a ghost would find it foreboding.
Unexpected goose bumps covered her flesh. Rubbing her hands up and down the length of bare arms, her gaze became fixed on the stairway leading towards the basement. Biting her lip, she ran on impulse towards the stairs. It had been so many years. But still, how could she ever forget?
Enjoy twists and surprising turns in this erotic collection of sexy love stories based on seven classic fairy tales. There are romantic interludes to touch your heart and plenty of scorching sex to warm your coldest nights.
Enjoy twists and surprising turns in this erotic collection of sexy love stories based on seven classic fairy tales. There are romantic interludes to touch your heart and plenty of scorching sex to warm your coldest nights.
