Love Charm for Dakota

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Nantucket is the home of hedge fund titans, old money and hidebound tradition. Habits are comfortable, and the habits of the rich are very comfortable. Into Cabot Saltonstall’s sedate world blows Dakota Bishop, possessor of a wild spirit and a magical love charm. Cabot’s blue-blood family history includes an ancestor who resigned from the Salem Witch trials, because he refused to believe in witchcraft.

But Cabot is all too willing to be bewitched.

Dakota can’t stay still long enough for anyone to tie her down, nor is Cabot the right kind of guy for her. If only he’d have sex with her so she could get him out of her system. Why does he need to be so traditional with his emotions and plans for the future? Does she know enough of witchcraft to overcome the spell of the accidentally cast love charm?

Excerpt:

“Oh, come, all ye faithful—” The man in the bowler hat had his eyes fixed on her. Dakota shivered. She’d better not make a wish because it might fix on him, and she’d be in real trouble. Despite his formal, old-fashioned clothes, and his friendly, open expression – the opposite of what she normally was attracted to – the man was strangely appealing to her. Someone who, in different circumstances, she might want to get to know. In fact, before she could stop herself, she acknowledged the fact that she’d like to spend one night with him.

“You changed your mind?” Brenna spoke beside her.

“Grandma always told me to follow my instincts.” Dakota sighed. “Of course, that advice has gotten me into trouble more than once.”

“Always listen to grandma.”

“Yeah, well, she’s gone, so it’s your job now to make sure I don’t speak to any man unless he’s a) single and b) hotter than the devil.”

Brenna laughed. “Oh, that’s not a small job. Especially when a Mr. Right kind of guy has been watching you for the past five minutes.”

Dakota didn’t look up. The singer she’d noticed was exactly what she didn’t want in a man. Clearly, he was devoted to old customs, hidebound, and traditional – a Victorian costume? Really? But, she had to admit, a very hot version of exactly what she didn’t want.

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