Shay Carson

TUMB 04/4 Leader of hunt for Cartagena Codex, and the Rod of Supay. (See Miscellaneous). A field archaeologist with good tactical skills, a ‘tomb raider.’

TUMB 01/5 Has an attitude. “So, you been doing field archaeology long?” James sipped some of his Guinness, enjoying the roasted barley flavor. Shay narrowed her eyes. “Why do you want to know? You think I don’t have what it takes?” She had a kneejerk reaction to almost everything, and seemed interested in brooding and thinking up reasons to be offended.

She’s skilled, lad,” Father O’Banion said, his face flushed and puffy. “Very skilled. More skilled than a lot of people with twice her experience.

Shay and sex: She’d seen Brownstone checking her out, but the guy kept acting like he didn’t care. Brownstone did care. He had to. All men cared about hot women. They couldn’t help it. That was the way they were wired. That was how most men were, really—a dick tangentially connected to a pair of eyes, totally bypassing the brain. Shay wasn’t into pretending she wasn’t hot as fucking sin. Sometimes that could be an advantage when trying to manipulate men, but it didn’t mean she had to like it when men leered at her. She wasn’t a fucking piece of meat to sate their damned hunger. He might be a gentleman, or a first-rate ass. She just didn’t know what to think of the guy. That, more than anything, made her uneasy.

TUMB 01/6 It was frustrating when she was ready for a fight but the other person wouldn’t play.