Hm Queen Quotes

Can't expect to shut up a sunbeam in a box and not have it dim a little. Hm?

And what do you know about mothering? Hm?” “So much, thanks to you! One helpless baby.” She gestured to Farah and ticked a finger. “Check. One exhausted woman who must constantly wipe helpless baby’s ass. Check.” “Not the same thing at all. Not that you would know.” “And I’m glad I don’t. More trouble than it’s worth.” Farah gasped. “That’s not true. The joys are—” “Rewarding. Yeah, yeah. Just move.

After turning off my reading lamp, I crawl into bed next to him, suddenly wide awake with awareness. I have a queen-size bed, and I’m pretty small, but Billy is massive. Scooting to the edge so I don’t accidentally bother him, I roll to my side and face away from him. Billy Babcock is in my bed. Sleeping. Sprawled out next to me in his underwear, looking like some kind of beautiful action hero. “Rox?” His low voice sends chills all over my body. “Hm?” “Wanna snuggle?” My eyebrows lift with surprise before I grin. How I’m smiling after the day I’ve had is a surprise. I don’t consider how it’s probably not a good idea or that we should keep our distance until we figure out what the hell we’re doing. Because the idea of being wrapped in his arms sounds amazing. “I’d like that.” That gets me a grunt before an enormous arm reaches around me and yanks me to his hard chest. And then he buries his head in my neck and groans. “You smell good.” I chuckle. “Thanks. You do too.” Like leather and spice and something masculine.

You did amazingly well,” said Katsa, still clinging to Po, “getting those formulas the way you did.” “Oh,” I said, startled to realize she was talking to me. “Thank you.” She nodded. “If Bitterblue’s in the position to ‘build the entire world,’ or whatever she wants to call it, it’s because of you. Not Giddon,” she added, shooting Giddon a wry expression across the room. “Mm-hm,” said Giddon, who was reaching his fork around the table, scraping up everyone’s leftover cake. When he approached Helda's plate, she slapped his hand. “But I get to know all the queen’s secrets,” he said. “Did you hear?” “Indeed,” said Helda, narrowing keen eyes on him. “Is there a particular secret you and the queen have been meaning to share with us, Giddon?” “There is,” said Giddon, then pushed a hand through his shaggy hair. “We’re getting matching haircuts. But she wanted to tell you. Act surprised, okay?” Katsa snorted into Po’s neck. Then Giddon gave me one quick, sideways grin, and I had the sudden sense of the familiar.

What to read next? Hm…well, if you want more Carrie Jo, check out the Idlewood books. She’s at a new house, and there are heartbreaking child ghosts that need her help, but be warned, you’ll love them too. Most of them, anyway. I have also completed a historical fiction series about Queen Nefertiti. It’s called the Desert Queen series, and I’m very happy with it. If you fancy a bit of adventure in ancient Egypt, check it out. The first book in that series, The Tale of Nefret, is on Kindle. I also have a spooky plantation series called Sugar Hill. There are five books in that one: The Wife of the Left Hand, The Ramparts, and Blood by Candlelight, The Starlight Ball, and His Lovely Garden. I can’t wait to introduce you to the Dufresne family and take you through their plantation, Sugar Hill. Like Seven Sisters, the series will be chock-full of Southern folklore and historical places. Sugar Hill is like Gone With the Wind, but with ghosts! Thanks again for staying with me through this series. I appreciate all your kind words, the reviews, and the emails. Don’t forget to sign up for my mailing list or follow me on Amazon or BookBub so you can get the newest release information right in your inbox. I’ve got a website too that I visit infrequently. Check it out. See y’all soon. M.L. Bullock Christmas at Seven Sisters Three Short Stories from the Seven Sisters Series By M.L.