Celtic Evil: A Fitzgerald Brother Novel: Roarke Read Online Free PDF

Orleans,
Louisiana, and the French Quarter have abounded since the city
first came into creation. Tales of ghosts walking the streets, and
roaming the halls of the historic and colorful homes were also
plentiful as well as other undead creatures.
    Many put the stories off to
legend or just colorful tales to please the flocks of tourists. One
visitor wasn’t sure how true the stories were but considering some
of the things he’d seen and done, a few ghosts didn’t bother him.
So long as they weren’t his own.
    Relaxing on a bed in one of
the French Quarter’s more colorful townhouses, Roarke Fitzgerald
felt at ease. Something he hardly ever was on any given
day.
    At twenty-six years of age,
he’d been many things so far in his life. The more colorful
included a singer, a spy, a security engineer, and his current
favorite hobby, ghost buster.
    Tall at 6’2” with a slender
athletic build and long legs that carries his natural agility well,
he wore his jet-black hair long as it often passed his shoulders,
or pulled away from eyes that were often a smoky grayish blue
color.
    Right then those eyes had
drifted closed as he lay under an antique white lace canopy that
matched the quilt on top of which he had stretched his lean frame.
Roarke kept his eyes closed as he let his other senses roam the
room, but smiled as he centered on the other occupant in the
room
    Roarke had come to the Big
Easy to visit friends and do some casual tourist things for once.
That had included earlier that day, helping a small boy just
learning to play guitar for street money, a few chords.
    “That little boy will
probably be talking about you for weeks,” the soft British accent
spoke from the side of the bedroom where a mirrored vanity was
located. “If not him then at least his older sister will
be.”
    That thinly veiled comment
made his smile grow slightly since he knew what the opposite sex
saw in him. He’d been told for awhile he had an elegant face with
an English nose and high cheekbones. He often wished he were
plainer looking.
    However, right then the
attention caused him to grin since he knew it made his friend more
than a little jealous. “She was sixteen or younger, a stor (‘My Dear’). She
was a little too young for me.”
    Without even looking, he
knew the young woman sitting at the vanity was rolling her blue
eyes at him. “Jealous?”
    “There a reason to be,
Romeo?” Jessica Hadley countered with a laugh as she continued to
brush her long auburn hair but was pleased to hear Roarke’s
laughter.
    Her friend had been quiet for a long while
and his voice had lacked its usual soothing or musical lilt that
came from his Irish accent, and that worried her.
    “No, never any reason to
worry about that.” He replied, finally opening his eyes to watch
his twenty-six year old friend.
    A British girl with natural pale skin and
soft blue eyes that tended to change with emotion, Jessica shared
many of his own interests so they’d bonded quickly when they’d been
kids.
    She owned an international
company that did quite well but unknown to many others was her work
in the anti-terrorist field. It was a job for the United States DEA
agency that had brought her and her main subsidiary team to New
Orleans and after it was over, they’d asked Roarke to spend some
time.
    He had known without
Cameron telling him that the main reason he’d asked him down was
that Jessie was hurt and something else was wrong. That was
something else they shared.
    Rolling over so that he was
now at the bottom of the bed, Roarke let his eyes roam the room
before again settling on his friend. “You know, that’s one of the
few girly-girl things I’ve ever seen you do.”
    Little lights flashed
behind her blue eyes but Jessie just narrowed a look at him through
the mirror. “Brushing my hair is a way to relax. Just because I
don’t have a closet full of designer clothes or shoes doesn’t mean
I couldn’t compete with some of the tramps