hard, lifting one hand to her mouth. “Oh God, my moons are soooo out of phase.”
Maggie rolled her eyes and fought for patience. Nora had always been the one in the family to depend on fortune-tellers, horoscopes, spiritual advisers and the cleansing of her auras. Since discovering that she was part-Fae, her fascination with all things mystical had only gotten worse. But at the moment, Nora just looked awful.
“God, Nora, you look crappy.”
Nora gave her a tight grimace.
“What kind of disease did you pick up in Otherworld, anyway? It’s been nearly a week and you’re still no better. What is going on here?” Maggie looked from Nora to Culhane to Quinn. Impatience simmered and battled with the fear that she was the only one who didn’t know what was happening. “If I’m the damn Queen, somebody talk to me.”
“Get off me, Your Freaking Majesty ,” Nora snapped. “I’m feeling pukey and pregnant right now, so just back off.”
“Pregnant?” Maggie shook her head and blinked at her sister. “You’re pregnant ?”
“I am proud,” Quinn announced.
“I’m sick,” Nora moaned.
“I’m speechless,” Culhane added.
“Well, I’m not,” Maggie yelled, turning on him. “If Faery sperm is that fast acting, you can just keep your sexy Fae body far, far away from me!”
Chapter Two
A month ago, Maggie’s life had been falling into a rut. She even remembered resenting that fact. Now, in retrospect, that rut looked damn inviting. She had her house in a small town on the California coast. She had a sister, a niece and a dog devoted to sleeping its life away. She had a good business, painting signs and holiday decorations on storefront windows and enough time to paint the landscapes and portraits that fed her soul. Mostly, what she’d had in her life was all normal .
Now, not so much.
And as an extra, added bonus, it seemed she was going to have a Fae niece or nephew, on top of everything else.
The knots in her stomach twisted even tighter. “This is so not what I needed to hear today.”
“How do you think I feel?” Nora said, leaning against her lover, Quinn Terhune. The tall, blond Fae Warrior, who looked like an ancient Viking, draped one arm around her shoulder and bent nearly in half to press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Did you know about this?” Maggie asked, turning on Culhane.
“No, I did not.” His gaze was fixed on his fellow warrior, but Quinn was too wrapped up in Nora to notice.
Maggie’s head was spinning. She didn’t know what to make of this latest situation, what to think, what to do. Nora had leaped into the whole Fae heritage thing with both feet the minute she’d heard about it. She had been thrilled to discover that their grandmother’s stories about the Fae lover who had impregnated her were all true. Nora had been eager to explore her roots and had fallen hard for Quinn, the warrior Culhane had once assigned to watch over her.
Apparently though, she’d moved from concentrating on her roots to sprouting a whole new branch.
Nora’s daughter, Eileen, was even more into this stuff. She spent half her time on the Internet, researching the Fae, and the rest of her time was spent campaigning for Maggie to use her powers as Queen to make Eileen a full-Fae. Maggie didn’t even know if that was possible and wouldn’t do it even if it were.
Eileen and Nora looked at the new things in their lives and saw only the magic. Maggie, on the other hand, had been faced with some of the less-pleasant aspects of dealing with the Fae.
Heck, she was barely healed from her fight with Mab. And Mab wasn’t really dead. She wasn’t even actually gone . She was just . . . away. And one of these days, Maggie knew the tiny blond queen with the mad eyes would come back. And Maggie and her family would be on the top of Mab’s hit list.
Yet no one else seemed to be worried.
Oh, no. She was the only Donovan woman who was fighting the whole Fae invasion thing tooth and nail.
Maggie rolled her eyes and fought for patience. Nora had always been the one in the family to depend on fortune-tellers, horoscopes, spiritual advisers and the cleansing of her auras. Since discovering that she was part-Fae, her fascination with all things mystical had only gotten worse. But at the moment, Nora just looked awful.
“God, Nora, you look crappy.”
Nora gave her a tight grimace.
“What kind of disease did you pick up in Otherworld, anyway? It’s been nearly a week and you’re still no better. What is going on here?” Maggie looked from Nora to Culhane to Quinn. Impatience simmered and battled with the fear that she was the only one who didn’t know what was happening. “If I’m the damn Queen, somebody talk to me.”
“Get off me, Your Freaking Majesty ,” Nora snapped. “I’m feeling pukey and pregnant right now, so just back off.”
“Pregnant?” Maggie shook her head and blinked at her sister. “You’re pregnant ?”
“I am proud,” Quinn announced.
“I’m sick,” Nora moaned.
“I’m speechless,” Culhane added.
“Well, I’m not,” Maggie yelled, turning on him. “If Faery sperm is that fast acting, you can just keep your sexy Fae body far, far away from me!”
Chapter Two
A month ago, Maggie’s life had been falling into a rut. She even remembered resenting that fact. Now, in retrospect, that rut looked damn inviting. She had her house in a small town on the California coast. She had a sister, a niece and a dog devoted to sleeping its life away. She had a good business, painting signs and holiday decorations on storefront windows and enough time to paint the landscapes and portraits that fed her soul. Mostly, what she’d had in her life was all normal .
Now, not so much.
And as an extra, added bonus, it seemed she was going to have a Fae niece or nephew, on top of everything else.
The knots in her stomach twisted even tighter. “This is so not what I needed to hear today.”
“How do you think I feel?” Nora said, leaning against her lover, Quinn Terhune. The tall, blond Fae Warrior, who looked like an ancient Viking, draped one arm around her shoulder and bent nearly in half to press a kiss to the top of her head.
“Did you know about this?” Maggie asked, turning on Culhane.
“No, I did not.” His gaze was fixed on his fellow warrior, but Quinn was too wrapped up in Nora to notice.
Maggie’s head was spinning. She didn’t know what to make of this latest situation, what to think, what to do. Nora had leaped into the whole Fae heritage thing with both feet the minute she’d heard about it. She had been thrilled to discover that their grandmother’s stories about the Fae lover who had impregnated her were all true. Nora had been eager to explore her roots and had fallen hard for Quinn, the warrior Culhane had once assigned to watch over her.
Apparently though, she’d moved from concentrating on her roots to sprouting a whole new branch.
Nora’s daughter, Eileen, was even more into this stuff. She spent half her time on the Internet, researching the Fae, and the rest of her time was spent campaigning for Maggie to use her powers as Queen to make Eileen a full-Fae. Maggie didn’t even know if that was possible and wouldn’t do it even if it were.
Eileen and Nora looked at the new things in their lives and saw only the magic. Maggie, on the other hand, had been faced with some of the less-pleasant aspects of dealing with the Fae.
Heck, she was barely healed from her fight with Mab. And Mab wasn’t really dead. She wasn’t even actually gone . She was just . . . away. And one of these days, Maggie knew the tiny blond queen with the mad eyes would come back. And Maggie and her family would be on the top of Mab’s hit list.
Yet no one else seemed to be worried.
Oh, no. She was the only Donovan woman who was fighting the whole Fae invasion thing tooth and nail.
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