Tag Archives: Annie Brown

“Ooh, your cutie’s on duty.” Rafe smirked, and Annie shushed him. Not that you could hide stuff like that from Rafe, because he had a supernaturally sharp eye for love drama. And she’d been fool enough to tell him, but … Continue reading →

 Tristan, whom she’d initially taken for a skinny and somewhat theatrical girl, had long hair that flopped over one eye. His black cloak covered a colorful ensemble rather like a kilt, only made of innumerable squares of shiny stuff, and … Continue reading →

Annie danced with Rafe. Rafe was not only her date, but her friend. He was family and he was safe. She had never felt quite safe with high school dating, with everybody talking about who had done what with whom. … Continue reading →

Her parents were definitely old-school, what with naming their children after angels and Greek gods, and so were their old school-friends the Jacksons: really, Raphael Perseus and Artemis Anael. A. A. Brown. Way too many A’s, she thought, and that … Continue reading →

Rafe looked at her, and she knew perfectly well how that translated: What am I going to say? He doesn’t even know I exist. It wasn’t as if there were serious competition, as far as she could tell, because Apollo … Continue reading →

Under her, Bertie’s chest and hips and thighs softened from warm statue to hot flesh, and his lips molded to hers as he groaned into the open-mouthed kiss. His arms came around her and he tightened the embrace, as the … Continue reading →

That was the neat thing about the slow place, although of course at the moment the world had slowed nearly to a stop, stretched as it was by adrenalin and the serious, disembodied suspicion that she might not survive the … Continue reading →

They were apprentice wizards, the three of them, with a penchant for clever hackery. Bertie had sent the three of them to Annie, saying, “She’s an engineer. She could tell you about flying.” She had meant to tell them that … Continue reading →