ASHES TO ASHES

BOOK THREE: THE HAYLE COVEN INHERITANCE

He smelled like oranges and peppermint and if those pale, gray eyes didn't stop looking into my soul I was going to blush so hard he'd know I was having inappropriately hormonal thoughts for a sixteen-year-old faced with the model-handsome visage of a guy her mother's age.

Sigh. It had to be Piers Southway himself who took my case in hand, right? Not that I'd want anyone but looking into the ...