Prince Charming Doesn't Live Here PDF
Preview Prince Charming Doesn't Live Here
Praise for New York Times bestselling author Christine Warren BORN TO BE WILD ―Warren packs in lots of action and sexy sizzle.‖ — Romantic Times BOOKreviews ―Incredible.‖ — All About Romance ―Another good addition to The Others series.‖ — Romance Junkies ―[A] sexy, engaging world…will leave you begging for more!‖ — New York Times bestselling author Cheyenne McCray BIG BAD WOLF ―In this world…there‘s no shortage of sexy sizzle.‖ — Romantic Times BOOKreviews ―Another hot and spicy novel from a master of paranormal romance.‖ — Night Owl Romance ―Ms. Warren gives readers action and danger around each turn, sizzling romance, and humor to lighten each scene. Big Bad Wolf is a must-read.‖ — Darque Reviews YOU’RE SO VEIN ―Filled with supernatural danger, excitement, and sarcastic humor.‖ — Darque Reviews ―Five stars. This is an exciting, sexy book.‖ — Affaire de Coeur ―The sparks do fly!‖ — Romantic Times BOOKreviews ONE BITE WITH A STRANGER ―Christine Warren has masterfully pulled together vampires, shape shifters, demons, and many ‗Others‘ to create a tantalizing world of dark fantasies come to life. Way to go, Warren!‖ — Night Owl Romance ―A sinful treat.‖ — Romance Junkies ―Hot fun and great sizzle.‖ — Romantic Times BOOKreviews ―A hot, hot novel.‖ — A Romance Review WALK ON THE WILD SIDE ―A seductive tale with strong chemistry, roiling emotions, steamy romance, and supernatural action. The fast-moving plot…will keep the readers‘ attention riveted through every page, and have them eagerly watching for the next installment.‖ — Darque Reviews HOWL AT THE MOON ― Howl at the Moon will tug at a wide range of emotions from beginning to end…Engaging banter, a strong emotional connection, and steamy love scenes. This talented author delivers real emotion which results in delightful interactions…and the realistic dialogue is stimulating. Christine Warren knows how to write a winner!‖ — Romance Junkies THE DEMON YOU KNOW ―Explodes with sexy, devilish fun, exploring the further adventures of The Others. With a number of the gang from previous books back, there‘s an immediate familiarity about this world that makes it easy to dive right into. Warren‘s storytelling style makes these books remarkably entertaining.‖ — Romantic Times BOOKreviews (4 ½ stars) SHE’S NO FAERIE PRINCESS ―Christine Warren has penned a story rich in fantastic characters and spellbinding plots.‖ — Fallen Angel Reviews WOLF AT THE DOOR ―This book is a fire-starter…a fast-paced, adrenaline-and hormonally-charged tale. The writing is fluid and fun, and makes the characters all take on life-like characteristics.‖ — Romance Reader at Heart Christine Warren ONE “Danice Carter, Esquire. Just the woman I wanted to see.‖ ―Well, take a good, long look then, because you‘ve got about twenty-seven seconds before I pull open a window and fling myself out.‖ Stocking feet slapped across the chilly marble in front of the sixteenth-floor elevators, then onto plush tweed carpet as Danice stalked toward her office. She hadn‘t had a particularly pleasant afternoon. Ignoring the danger signs, Celia turned to follow. ―How did things go with Wilkinson‘s team?‖ Danice shoved open her office door and launched her soft-sided briefcase toward the back wall with the approximate force of an anti-aircraft missile. ―Peachy. Their client has decided that in addition to causing the collapse of his business, Henry Hollister and Grissom Holdings are also responsible for the boom in the Chinese economy, the global recession, the greenhouse effect, and unrest in the Middle East.‖ ―Ah.‖ ―They‘ve adjusted their demands for the settlement accordingly. I believe the offer they presented me contained language about me giving lap dances in the hall of Satan while they drink the blood of all of Grissom‘s senior corporate officers from a golden chalice.‖ She used one of the shoes in her hand to gesture toward her briefcase. ―The papers are in there. Feel free to go over them and tell me if I‘m wrong.‖ ―I‘ll get right on that.‖ Celia pursed her lips and took a seat in front of Danice‘s desk while the other woman flung herself inelegantly into the leather executive‘s chair behind it. ―Do you want me to call around and see if I can find you pasties and a G-string?‖ Danice glared at her. ―You giving up your career as a paralegal for a future in stand-up comedy?‖ ―Maybe. I like to keep my options open.‖ Celia tilted her head and widened her eyes ingenuously. ―Did you offer up your sense of humor as a sacrifice to pacify the Wilkinson camp?‖ ―No, I dropped it on the corner of Lexington and Fifty-first, along with my afternoon latte and the heel of my three-hundred-dollar Kate Spade pump.‖ Scowling, Danice wound up like a starting pitcher and threw her shoe toward the front wall, savoring the satisfying thunk of leather on drywall. If only she‘d stuck with softball as a teenager, maybe she could have had the satisfaction of leaving a dent. ―If only that had been Wilkinson‘s fat head.‖ 6 Prince Charming Doesn’t Live Here ―Mm, I hear clients don‘t appreciate being assaulted by legal representation. They might even file suit.‖ ―Ha. Ha.‖ ―Damn, girl, you need to lighten up.‖ Danice sighed and dropped her head to the back of her chair. ―I‘ll put that on my list. Right after world peace and saving the whales.‖ She shifted her gaze to Celia. ―What was the straw you had for me?‖ ―Straw?‖ ―When I came off the elevator, you said you‘d been looking for me. I assume you have a straw for my back?‖ Celia grinned and took in her boss‘s sleek, camel-colored sheath dress. ―The color‘s right, but there‘s something about the face that doesn‘t fit the picture.‖ ―Thank God for that, at least. I don‘t have time for a nose job.‖ Bracing her hands on the arms of her chair, Danice pushed herself upright and leaned her elbows on her desk. ―You‘ve got something for me?‖ Celia offered up a slim brown folder. ―This.‖ Danice flipped open the cover and frowned down at a short stack of papers that, at first glance, didn‘t ring any bells with her. ―Any clue what it‘s about?‖ ―No, but it came down from on high. Ms. Eberhart brought it to me herself just after lunch.‖ ―Really?‖ That actually made Danice take notice. Her brows lifted, and she looked down at the papers with renewed interest. ―If it came via Patrice Eberhart, I‘m assuming the responsible heavenly throne belongs to Mr. Yorke?‖ ―You opened the folder.‖ Celia shrugged. ―At this point, you now officially know more than I do. I was told to see that you got the folder as soon as you got back to the office. My work here is done.‖ ―You wish, Tonto. What did Ms. Eberhart tell you when she gave this to you?‖ ―Exactly what I just told you. To make sure you got that as soon as you got in. And to buzz her so she‘d know you were back.‖ Danice rolled her eyes and reached for her telephone. ―See, that last part was what I really wanted to know. I‘ll buzz her myself.‖ ―I was getting to it. You‘re always rushing me,‖ Celia teased as she rose. ―You have notes for me from this Wilkinson meeting?‖ Danice nodded toward the window. ―In my briefcase.‖ ―Okay. Thanks, boss.‖ Slim, creamed-coffee fingers punched in an internal dialing code then tapped restlessly on the desk while Danice waited for an answer. ―Mr. Yorke‘s office. How may I help you?‖
The list of books you might like
