Fangs for Nothing (The Nevermore Murder Club and Smutty Book Coven 1)

by Steffanie Holmes

ephemera

And I know that not even this ancient, immortal warrior is impervious to wounds.

“If I died on that battlefield, I never would have met you. Eternity was worth the wait for you, Winnie Preston.”

He opens his mouth to say something then seems to think better of it, which is just as well because everything Gideon has ever said about Winnie makes me want to poke a straw through his back and sip out his spinal fluids.

I thought taking the country roads in Reginald’s ridiculous car was an adventure, but Komal treats road rules more like road ‘suggestions’ that can be discarded if the soundtrack is angry enough.

I never even made him an art studio in the castle. I cleaned and organised and hid away his mess, but I didn’t make a space to celebrate the joy of his creative spirit. No wonder he hid everything away.

“Your daughter is decisive,” Alaric continues. “She’s like a modern automobile. She tells herself she wants something and she does it. It’s one of the many qualities that I most adore about her. But you and I are more like my butler’s car. We need a lot of love and coaxing to get revved up for such a task, and even then, we never do exactly what we’re supposed to do.” Mum smiles over her tissue. “And sometimes I think the devil’s behind the wheel.” “Exactly.”

But I can’t find words for this sensation in my chest – a blooming, as if the butterflies inside me were never butterflies at all. All this time, they’ve been caterpillars making their first shambling journeys, spinning their cocoons from the shards of my old, discarded life. Now they are unfurling, blooming, becoming wonders of bright colour.

“The way you rise from the ashes, Winnie the Majestic, even a phoenix is in awe of you,” he murmurs as he leans in to kiss me again.

😭🥰💕

“Oh goody,” I reach for one of Celeste’s Sally Lunn buns. “Two hours of freezing my tits off while we dance around naked in a cow field. I can’t wait.”

We have to get someone inside Sanctus to figure out what’s going on.” “That’s easy!” Isis pipes up. “One of us gets a job there and seduces Gideon into telling them the truth. I vote Beth.” “Excuse me?” Beth glares at Isis. “Why me? What about you?” “I’m too important.” Isis puffs out her chest. “I’m the psychic. My skills are needed elsewhere. The only skill you bring to the table is pole dancing, which will come in handy for the seduction⁠—”

😂😂😂😂I love them so much

Gideon: I’m glad you’re back, Winifred Preston. Allie has been a miserable sod since you left, and now he won’t stop singing his little songs. You two are adorable. Sickening, but adorable. I never thought he’d find someone who measures up to his lofty, artistic ideal of love. He refused to open his heart unless the angels trumpeted from heaven. Me? I try to fall in love at least fifty times a century. It gives the skin a healthy glow. So let me know if you have any single friends…that Celeste has an intriguing scent…

He cracks me all the way up

Arabella continues to stare silently, as if the harsh halogen lights are making Gideon’s skin burst into sparkles.