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Kindle Edition
First published March 30, 2021
Come to bed, my wicked witch, and I'll show you how much I love you.We are back with Cosmo and John Galbraith and this time, shit gets real. Well, as real as it can get in a mm mystery with paranormal elements.
It's so annoying when people who disagree with you are right.He was a mean girl and I was here for it.
"Speaking of your mother, I saw Phelon on Tuesday. He was having dinner at Gary Danko's." Phelon Penn is one of Maman's Cavalier King Charles Spaniels. I'm sorry. Did I say that aloud? Phelon Penn is my mother's former companion. Like the other Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, he was the perfect lapdog and cost a fortune in grooming supplies.I absolutely loved how he would fluster John's former lovers, much to John's amusement and embarrassment. When a server learns that John got married,
"Husband?" he repeated. "Gosh. I didn't see that coming."I could read about Cosmo and John forever. They've really come a long way and I love how affectionate John was with Cos. I'm a sucker for mushy men.
"Oh, are you psychic?" I inquired.
John cleared his throat.
"Hm?" Lance spared me another distracted look--he was having trouble tearing his gaze from John.
I opened my mouth, but John spoke over me in that fake-hearty voice, "But come he did!"
I smiled at him. "Many times," I said. "Many, many times."
John turned the color of his beloved Pinot Noir.
"...I guess you just have truly terrible taste in men, ma belle."There's a lot of human interest drama to be mined here like John's Practitioner best friend who decided not to marry a human because of her history. There was also a lot of goings-on with the royalty of the Craft and those political machinations would have been a delight to get into. I did love the French-ness of the whole thing and the ambience that Lanyon always delivers.
I wrinkled my nose at the feminine noun. "You do know belle is for women."
"I guess. It means beautiful, right?"
"Yes."
"Then I think it's the right word."
"Hell, yes, it's my job," John said impatiently. "It's my job to protect you. To love, cherish, and protect you. That's what I signed on for."
"But it's my job, too, " I said. "To love, cherish, and protect you. And I hate that I keep doing things that put you in the position of having to go against what you think is right just to keep my secrets safe. You don't even like secrets."
"You think he doesn't have secrets?" Phelon said with sudden poisonous softness.




