Bewitched on Bourbon Street Quotes

“The backs of my eyes burned, and I tightened my hold on my wife, wishing I could keep her and our child wrapped tightly in my embrace forever. Safe. “Kane?” she asked softly. “Yes, love?”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“slightly rounder belly and hips, the expectant-mother glow. “Jade? Are you—?” “Pregnant?” she asked. I nodded. She placed my hand over her belly and whispered, “Yes.” “A child,” I whispered, disbelief warring with awe for my dominant reaction. “Our child.” Jade leaned against my chest, caressing my fingers that rested on her barely-there baby bump. Powerful emotions rose up and stole my voice as I realized I finally had everything I’d ever wanted right there in my arms. Jade. Our child. A family.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“You think so?” She pulled away slightly and turned in my arms, pressing her back against me. Threading her fingers through mine, she wrapped my arms around her belly. “Absolutely.” “I hope you still feel that way six months from now.” I frowned. “What’s that mean?” She glanced back at me, her smile lopsided. I narrowed my eyes, suspicion taking up root in the back of my mind. Her swollen breasts,”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“I laughed. “I see it didn’t work. She was under strict orders to call me the minute she figured it out.” “So she didn’t, then.” Her smile turned self-satisfied. “Obviously not. I haven’t heard from her.” “Good.” She pushed up on her tiptoes and nibbled on my lower lip, feeding that need to have her that was never quenched. I let out a tiny moan and pulled her closer, loving the way her nipples hardened against my chest. “You are perfection.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Hmmm, just about perfect.” She gazed up at me, her face radiant. “Really? Did something special happen at the café?” There was something decidedly different about her today. She practically glowed from the inside out. She shook her head. “Nope. Just a regular day filled with chocolate cupcakes, chai tea, and Pyper badgering me about what we were celebrating.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“of her laugh. “Come here.” I wrapped my arms around her, warmth filling my heart. “How was your day?”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“She giggled and pressed her palms to my chest, her head tilted up, joy radiating from her sparkling green eyes. God I loved that sound. I could spend forever listening to the tinkle”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Need some help?” Jade’s voice carried over the rush of the water. Grinning, I pulled the shower door open. “If you’re offering.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Within moments, the steam filled the bathroom, and I stood under the water, letting the heat sluice over me, relaxing my shoulders.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“ready for a quieter life. Well, she’d gotten it for the most part. There hadn’t been a major crisis since we’d come back from Hell. Thank the gods.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“She’d said she was”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“golden cheesecake, baked for Jade and our celebration dinner. What we were celebrating, I really had no idea. It wasn’t our anniversary, her birthday, or any major holiday. Trust me. I’d checked just as soon as she’d left this morning to spend the day at the café with Pyper.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Kane Three months later The stove door creaked as I pulled it open. Inside was a perfectly”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“was the soft click of footsteps on the white-and-gold tile floor. I peered down the aisle, spotting Drake, my father.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Maybe he was skipping the proceedings altogether. It would be hard to watch your partner be accused of demon dealing, bewitching a witch and fellow angels, and abusing power.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“though I hadn’t expected him to be. He wasn’t in the witness box, either, which surprised me. Because he was Chessandra’s mate, his testimony would be considered partial, but I’d thought they’d force him to testify anyway.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“I leaned forward and glanced around the room, scanning for Drake. He wasn’t up on the dais,”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“sometimes I found it difficult to let go of my resentment. Though his help getting us out of Hell certainly had gone a long way toward mending fences. “He’s trying.” She glanced up at the ceiling.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Well…that’s good of him.” I felt sort of neutral about Jonathon these days. At one time, he’d treated me horribly. I’d been making an effort to put the past behind us, but”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“In the realm, helping put the case together.” “Ah. I thought maybe he was staying away because of me.” Lailah’s smile vanished. “He does feel badly about the history you two share. I think he wants to make amends, and that might be why he’s working so hard on this. To bring justice to everyone who was hurt.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Of course she is.” Kane winked at me. I smiled. There was no way I was missing this. Not after everything that had happened over the last months. “Okay, then. Time to go.” Lailah stood up and held her arm out to me. I glanced at Kane. “Coming?” “Wouldn’t miss it.” The three of us walked to the living room. Kane and I glanced at Lailah.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Hey, pretty witch. It’s good to see you up.” “She thinks she’s going to the hearing,” Lailah said.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“was supposed to protect her. It’s going to take her a while to recover. And Bianca, she’s been physically violated, and although she appears to be acclimating well, her emotional scars run deep.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“I hope it helps. They’ve both been through so much.” Lailah nodded. “Zoe’s been mentally violated by the one who”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“a witch psychologist in Metairie. Bianca is seeing her as well.” “Seriously?” “Twice a week.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“How is Zoe, anyway?” Lailah shrugged. “She’s all right, I guess. She told me she started going to therapy. Apparently there’s”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“From air, flame, dirt, and sea, hear our call for power, so mote it be.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“The expression on her face turned to one of sympathy. I was raising questions she couldn’t possibly know how to answer, but I had to voice them for my own”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“My eyes widened in excitement. “That’s a great superhero team name. I’m getting that tattooed on my ass.” “Me too,” Kat said and pointed to her left butt cheek. “Right here.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street

“Pain slashed through my back, knocking the air out of me.”
― Deanna Chase, Bewitched on Bourbon Street