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Staci Morrison Biography

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“I’ve got to go, Esmie. But remind me to tell you when I get back. The story will curl your hair.” Esmeralda gave him a pout, both at his teasing about her hair and because he was going to leave without telling her. “You are not a nice guy, Ian.” “Ah, so you’ve uncovered my secret.” He kissed her cheek in parting. “I have never been a nice guy, Esmeralda.” Intensity burned in his winter blue eyes as he added, “And I have never been tame.” —Ian ben Kole and Esmeralda ben Claude”

“Saying goodbye, Joanna hugged Esmeralda and whispered, “Be prepared. Beau Landry is beautiful.” She pulled back and chuckled. “I thought you would like to know. No one warned me.” Esmeralda covered a giggle and said, “Okay.” “I am quite serious. He is unbelievably handsome.” Joanna’s brown eyes flashed as she pretended to fan herself. Esmeralda laughed, “I’ve only ever had eyes for one man.” “He is not a man. He is a French Cajun god.” —Lady Joanna ben Luke and Esmeralda ben Claude”

“Tonight, she went prowling at two of the local clubs. She intrigued him. It was the feline way she moved, fluid and graceful, a lioness, in a slinky black dress. She disappeared in the shadows, seen when she wanted to be, invisible when she wished. He knew the moment she detected him, by the subtle shift of her eyes, the slight turn of her head. The lioness caught the scent of the lion, and at 11:30 pm, she led him back to her den. The meeting did not go as planned, then again, lions are not tame. —Reuben ben Judah and Kayah ben Samuel”

“At eighteen, Lady Joanna ben Luke had a talent for being invisible. The night of the Coronation Ball, she applied herself to the task and blended into the yellow and gold wallpaper like a chameleon. Invisibility, unfortunately, did nothing to ease her physical discomfort. She surmised the seventh ring of Hell was not much hotter than the Palace ballroom tonight. Her brown eyes widened with dread as she felt a slow rivulet of sweat run down the inside of her arm. A covert glance confirmed it, wet armpits. Great, just great. Even if they dried, which was unlikely in this heat, silk stained. She resigned herself to keeping her arms plastered to her sides for the rest of the night, which did nothing to improve her mood or ease the pain from the corset stays. Those medieval torture devices were supposed to make her appear trim. Instead, they dug painfully into her soft belly and forced her ample bosom so high she was afraid one of the straining gold buttons was going to launch and put someone’s eye out. She couldn’t even take a deep breath, trussed up and sweating like a pale chicken ten minutes into the roasting cycle.”

“Esmeralda’s breath caught, a vision flashed: Mack jumping in front of Prince Peter, his face set and determined, men scattering and shouting. “It’s nice to meet you. Welcome to Peccioli, Esmeralda.” Esmeralda tried to control her expression as the vision changed. She saw Mack bursting into a room, finding young Prince Peter contorted in pain, suspended above his bed. Mack bellowed a Scripture, and the black smoke departed, but the stench of sulfur lingered. Her eyes grew huge as she whispered, “The black smoke… you fought it…you saved the Prince from it.” Mack jerked his hand away. The vision cleared and Esmeralda looked at him in horror. “I’m so sorry. I should not have said that.” Mack, turning to Thaddeus, drawled, “Well, she is a surprise. You brought me a seer?” —Esmeralda ben Claude and Mack ben Robert”

“Thaddeus absorbed her, imprinting his mind with her curly brown hair, her delicate chin, her gorgeous big eyes. “You need time to grow up, to find out who you are going to be. You need to do that without me lurking around like some… lecherous old man.” Her lower lip trembled, but before she could protest, he cut her off. “I swim in a deep ocean of regret and self-recrimination, Esmeralda. I don’t need to add despoiling little girls to my conscience.” “We have never done anything to be ashamed of. You’ve never done anything to be ashamed of.” “And I plan to keep it that way,” he said in a strained voice. —Thaddeus ben Todd and Esmeralda ben Claude”

“I, conversely, have been racing cars since the first ones rolled off the assembly line. I am arguably one of the best drivers in the world, and I am certainly the best driver in this motley crew.” He cleared his throat and drew himself up in absolute regal authority, “Besides, it is my bloody car. So, get in. The lot of you are making my head hurt.” —Prince Peter ben Korah”

“Alaina turned. “You dirty dog. You have been looking for an excuse to take that helicopter since I told you about it, haven’t you?” He shrugged, adopting a boyish innocence. “What, what? This helicopter, it is for us to use, no? The Prince wants the girls’ parents safe. We get them safe. It is good.” He swaggered off to finish shaving. Alaina called after him, “You just want to show off for Kayah and prove you can fly a helicopter.” He stopped and turned over his shoulder, his strong nose in profile, the bulge of his muscles on full display. “I am Mossad, is sexy, no?” He winked and then disappeared into the bathroom. Alaina let out an unsteady breath. Heat crept up her neck, and she fanned her face, murmuring, “Yes, you are, and that woman would kill me for even noticing.”—Reuben ben Judah and Alaina ben Thomas”

“The loud banging on Himari’s door could only be one person, only one person in the world knocked like that, her neighbor Filippo ben Vincente. “I am not home,” Himari yelled, refusing to leave her nest on the couch. “I have your favorite… amaretti. Still warm from the oven,” Filippo coaxed. Himari looked at the junk food wrappers scattered on the coffee table and thought about her empty kitchen. Filippo’s cookies were divine. “Make me a cappuccino, too?” “Yes, I make you two cappuccino. Come on.” Himari rolled her eyes. She stopped correcting his English, especially when she found it charming. Shuffling to the door, she pulled it open and gave him a reluctant smile. He threw up his hands and said, “Mamma Mia, look at you, eh? What is this you are wearing? It’s the same clothes since two days ago, and they were disgusting then.” “Shut up and give me cookies.” Himari moved past him, seeing his studio door ajar.”

“A hush fell over the dorm, and Mack rested his hand on his sidearm. His mouth hit the floor when he realized what was causing it, two gorgeous women strutting down the hallway like runway models. Yet, he only saw one. She was a vision straight out of his erotic dreams, Lavinia ben Anthony dressed in red, an angel and a devil combined. Behind him, Peter whistled low in appreciation. “Bloody hell, Mack. Who are they?” “You keep a civil tongue in your head, boy,” Mack said without thinking, his eyes glued to the most exquisite beauty he had ever seen.”