Semi-Charmed (Harper Hall Investigations, #1)

by Isabel Jordan

Still, part of him couldn’t help but admire a girl who had the balls to call an angry vampire a pussy to his face. It was probably the same illogical part of him that admired how she’d filled out her bar uniform, but still, he appreciated the hell out of her spirit and colorful vocabulary.

Hell, even as much as she hated Romeo, she’d never set him up to be murdered. Marinated in melted popsicles and staked naked to an ant hill, sure. Murdered, no.

As her mother always said, even a blind squirrel gets a nut every now and then.

“There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.” Ernest Hemingway said it; Noah Riddick lived it.

And if wishes were horses, we’d all ride, her grandfather had always said.

Sometimes, just every now and then for a brief moment, he looked at her like a drowning man looked at a life preserver. Like she was all that stood between him and hell. It was kind of thrilling and terrifying all at once.

“She snores like a buzz saw,” Michael added helpfully. “And she’s afraid of clowns.” Harper glanced at Riddick, her cheeks red. “You can’t trust anyone who wears that much makeup,” she grumbled. “They’ve obviously got something to hide.”