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Handbag and Book with
Mia Jo Celeste
When my favorite shoulder bag finally gave up its ghost, I looked for another, thinking I'd find something more happening, or perhaps, something smaller. Yet, I wanted enough room for my writer's notebook and lots of pockets, including a special one for my phone.
I went through a series of not-quite-right purses and had almost given up hope when I walked into Kohl's Off Aisle Outlet. I paced through their collection, and my gaze landed on this one.
It's a Stone & Co. Irene Leather hobo bag. Sigh. It was perfect. It even had a pocket for my phone. I bought the black and tan one because I like having one purse for everything; so it has to go with most of my clothes.
I've had this bag for about three months, and I love it! I don't even miss my old favorite.
Abducted to an 18th century
island purgatory, a physician-turned-zombie's destiny is torn between two
brothers: a vampire lord who promises a glamorous immortal passion or a human
slave who offers an experimental cure and his heart.
He materialized in the inky shadow.
rather his apparition did. His ghostly frame hovered before her, sinuous and
lithe. Against his shadowed form, the string glimmered like liquid silver.
Slowly he unwrapped her, tossing the spectral bands to the floor until a coil
lay between him and her.
inside her chest fluttered. “You followed me.”
nodded. With a slight shrug, he spread his hands. “You shouldn’t be alone.”
wanted to turn, giving him her back, but her betraying gaze remained fixated
upon him. When he paced around her, she waved him away. “Don’t.”
caught her hand and placed an insubstantial kiss in her palm. “Let me help
gallant gesture, perhaps, but her skin-slider sensitivity noted the rigidity of
his stance, the twitch along his jaw, and the slight narrowing of his eyes. How
could he think of helping her when he was in so much pain?
she might be grateful. Might…if loss hadn’t hollowed her.
ripped her cooling flesh from his spectral arms. “I don’t deserve kindness.”
He gave her a rakish smirk. “Because I’m not kind.”
shook her head, biting back the emerging smile that had no place on her
countenance. She couldn’t be civil, couldn’t risk the involvement. “I can’t go
on like this—stuck betwixt life and death.”
must. Don’t you see, sweet dove? You’re beyond both. You’re immortal. Like me.”