An excerpt from the new Darkside novel (WIP):

Drat and Tirade's wedding -- where James has mangaged to start an old-fashioned rumble:

Tirade rounded on me, her hair in disarray, her wedding dress torn, and her left eye already swollen and purple.

This is going to get ugly--er, I thought.

I raised my hands in front of my face to protect myself, which was pretty dumb now that I think about it. Tirade was little over three feet tall, and a woman. Odds are she wouldn't be aiming to kick me in the face. Women tend to go for a somewhat lower, more sensitive target.

Instead she jumped up and threw her arms around my neck, practically shoving my face into her ample bosom, then kissed me lightly on the cheek as she slid to the ground.

I looked down at her, somewhat confused as she grinned ear to ear--which only served to show off the tooth she had apparently lost in the tussle--and gave me the thumbs up.

"Best. Wedding. Ever!"