Bourbon Street Shorts Quotes

“Well, Ms. Calhoun? Are you ready to go home?” Kane said, nuzzling my neck. “That’s Mrs. Rouquette to you, buddy,” I teased, slipping my hand into his. I hadn’t officially changed my last name after we got married, but I did love the sound of it.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“The twelve days of Christmas participants had vanished, and the only people left were the elves. They were busy lobbing what looked to be little sugar-plum bombs at the demons. Total mayhem.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“What is?” A small twinge of magic stirred in my chest. If I used it on him, would it work? Or would he be able to absorb it just as the elf had? I had to pick my moment carefully and be ready for both scenarios, otherwise this could end very badly for me.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“I gave her an odd look. Charlie didn’t have magic. Her talents were in managing the club so Kane didn’t have to. She smiled. “It’s an emergency stash.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“The soothing scents of molasses and cinnamon filled my kitchen as I pulled the gingerbread cake out of the oven.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“It’s Christmas Eve and Jade Calhoun’s ready for a quiet, magical night with her husband Kane. But when Santa demons and energy-stealing elves start wreaking havoc, it’s going to take a miracle on Bourbon Street to save Christmas.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“And when our lips touched, a spark of magic zipped from me to him, sealing the deal.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“Think you might be willing to wear this once a week?” His heated gaze dropped to my exposed cleavage. “If you wear that, I’m”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“The white light and the pentagram vanished as the lights dimmed”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“Pyper!” I dropped to her side, gently taking one of her hands. “Are you”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“He inclined his head, bowed slightly, then swept me up in the music. My feet seemed to move on their own. All I saw was Lucien’s smiling face and flashes of color as he twirled me around and around among the other dancers.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“of my slutty devil outfit. Charlie hadn’t changed either and was still clad in her biker leathers. “You see what I see, right?”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“I glanced down at myself. A rush of relief washed over me at the sight”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“First things first,” I said, standing in the middle of the empty ballroom. “Seeing as how it’s Halloween, I think it’s imperative we cast a protection spell.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“to his belt where a traditional dirk would be, and the white linen shirt that was partially open, revealing his chiseled chest. I resisted the urge to check my chin for drool. Holy eff, he was hot. “A highlander?”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“Hey, yourself.” I raised one eyebrow, taking in his kilt, the demon-hunter dagger strapped”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“asked, eyeing her lace-up black-and-white bodice and poufy red skirt. “Oh.” She shrugged into a red hooded cape and twirled. “Little Red Riding Hood. Better?”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“In the extreme. But fitting, I guess, considering you hang out with your fair share of demons and angels.” “Funny.” I smirked. “And what are you supposed to be, a milkmaid?” I”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“Stop. You’re entirely too into that guy, and it’s making me uncomfortable.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“It’s Halloween on Bourbon Street, and white witch Jade Calhoun is ready to party. But when a sexy spirit traps everyone in the past, she’s forced to forgo the cocktails in order to save those she loves...again.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts

“It’s Christmas time, and newly engaged Jade Calhoun and her fiancé Kane are having a party at Summer House in Cypress Settlement. The tree is decorated, the mistletoe is in place, and the crab puffs are to die for.”
― Deanna Chase, Bourbon Street Shorts