Inheritance (The Lost Bride Trilogy, #1)

by Nora Roberts

“That bastard. That lying, cheating, sonofabitching bastard. And Tracie? I don’t even have words slimy enough. Your own cousin! And that—that miserable, big-titted slut was helping me plan your wedding shower.” “She ugly cried.” “Not enough. Not close to enough. Oh, oh, she’s going to hear from me. You’d better believe she’s going to feel my wrath. Two-faced whore-bitch.” “I love you, Cleo Fabares. You’re the best.”

“A man, a dog, and a pizza. Jackpot!”

Sonya threw open the door and wrapped Winter in a hug. From the tablet in the kitchen, Taylor Swift sang “The Best Day.” “I missed you!” “I missed you, too.

“With my blade I took the first, then by my blood this house was cursed. One by one they wed, they die, because they seek to take what’s mine. And with their

rings of gold, my spell will hold and hold.”

“An interesting man, your friend.” Trey sent Cleo his slow smile. “He’s many-layered. Like Shrek.”

“Mom told me what she had with Dad was magic.” Cleo glanced back. “And you want that?” “Yeah. Don’t you?” “Damn right I do. I think everybody in the world wants that, and the lucky make it. Because you don’t find magic, Son, you make it.”

“Light always wins. Sometimes it takes way too long, but it always wins.”