The previous night’s overindulgence hadn't left him feeling well. He didn't know what had brought on this impromptu temper tantrum, but he'd already had enough of it. At the very least he wanted to stop her from breaking any other pieces of furniture or knickknacks lying about his study in her fit of rage. He needed to subdue his wife before she permanently injured him. This time a bronzed horse, crafted in mid-gallop, flew at him as he dodged to the right of his desk. Quick reflexes allowed Thor, Viscount Torrington, to shift his head just in time to avoid it nearly connecting with his skull instead of the wall behind him. I can't say thanks enough.Īn emerald green vase flew across the room, hit the wall, and shattered into thousands of tiny shards. I want to acknowledge all the people who helped make me look good: Christina, Debbie, Amanda, and especially my editor, Jennifer. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. This book is for everyone who wants more of Pia and Thor. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Any resemblance to actual locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.Ī Crystal Angel Copyright © 2015 Dawn BrowerĪll rights reserved. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real.
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