"DeChancie,.John.-.Castle.07.-.Castle.Spellbound" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dechancie John)

"Yeah, I'm a regular Don Juan in the real world. Here I can't get arrested."
"I'll arrest you," Melanie offered.
"Oooh, with handcuffs? Now who's teasing?"
Melanie giggled. Linda motioned toward Gene's drink. "What's that?"
"Iced Tea."
"You on the wagon?"
"It's a drink. Rum, vodka, gin, Triple Sec, sour mix . . . and, uh . . . '
"Orange juice and cola, sir," the bartender supplied.
"Right."
"Heavens, that sounds dangerous," Linda said, wide-eyed. "Rum and vodka and gin?"
"Oh, my."
"His Majesty, the king!"
All eyes swiveled to the French doors on the patio. Through them strode Incarnadine, Lord of the Western Pale, and by the grace of the gods, King of the Realms Perilous. His yellow T-shirt bore magenta lettering that read: DEATH'S A BITCH-THEN YOU'RE REINCARNATED. He wore mirror shades, electric-green Bermudas, pink-accented LA Gears, and a big Panama hat with a purple hatband. "Hey, gang, I'm ready to howl."
Women curtsied, men bowed.
"Tut, tut." He waved his indulgence. "Where can I get a drink? Oh, there." He went straight to the bar.
"What will it be, Your Majesty?"
"Ahhh . . . recommend something."
"Planter's Punch?"
"Nah."
"Rum Runner?"
"Nope."
"Perhaps a Kamikaze?"
"What's in it?"
"Vodka, gin, sake, peach schnapps, and lime juice."
"Sounds suicidal, all right. Can you make an Alabama Slammer?"
"Uh, Southern Comfort, orange juice . . . and-?"
"Amaretto and sloe gin."
"Right, sir. Yes, sir, coming right up."
The king turned his head. "Trent!"
His brother stepped up to the bar. Incarnadine took his outstretched hand.
"Your Majesty. Happy birthday."
"Thank you muchly. Sheila. Long time no see."
"Welcome!" Sheila said as she gave the king a hug. "You haven't been here in so long!"
"The press of business. I do need a vacation. Maybe I'll stay on a few days."
"The royal suite is always ready."
"Some deep-sea fishing, maybe."
"We have a fleet of boats that sits around."
"There's a funny kind of, sort of, marlin out there," Trent told him. "A real terror to land."
"Oh? sounds interesting."
"Poisonous spines."
"Sounds like fun."
"I'll take you out."
"It's a date. Tomorrow."
"Great," Trent said. "How's Zafra and the kids?"
"Wonderful, wonderful. You two seem to be doing fine. All sun-bronzed and healthy."
"Oh, this climate agrees with me, all right," Sheila said. "but I still get burned a lot. Even my spells don't keep the sun off."
Squinting one eye. Incarnadine held up his right hand and slowly waved two-fingers. "Hmmm. Strange magic."
"Only Sheila's been able to deal with it so far," Trent said. "I have a devil of a time."
"I suspect I would, too. But maybe a simple forfending spell would take care of the sunburn?"
"Tried it," Sheila said. "It kept up a shield all right, but it kept air out, too."