" You have many assets, Drusilla, but apparently a respect for time is not among them.” Deep, disapproving voice, French accent, broad shoulders encased in a red linen shirt, long dark hair pulled back into a tail, eyes such a cobalt blue they bordered on navy. And technically speaking, dead. He was as sexy as ever. “Sorry.” I slipped my hand "

― Suzanne Johnson , River Road (Sentinels of New Orleans, #2)