(Love Charm Series – Novellas)
A lonely teacher casts her homemade love charm into the cold waters of Boston Harbor. She wants desperately to believe in her unique magic ingredient to win her a “forever after” love.
The hot Special Forces soldier who appears is desperate for her. But the world is his stomping ground, and nothing lasts for more than a night.
Does the love charm have enough power to create the magic of true love?
Excerpt: “You’re my sister’s roommate? You live with Brenna?” He raised his brows. “That’s great.”
Ashley knew better than to ask, but the word came out anyway. “Why?”
He gave her an irresistible grin that she recognized from the photos. All white teeth and wicked curves. “That means I’ll be spending the night with you.”
“Very funny.” She held his gaze, determined not to let him know the flutter his words set up in her breast. Because she knew, with every fiber of her being, that he was the type who could shred her heart without even breaking a sweat.
He winked at her, and she dropped her gaze, realizing he’d caught her staring.
“Don’t be so prickly,” he said. “Join us for a drink. I’m here with some of my mates who hail from New England. Call it a welcome home for a returning soldier.”
“Thank you for your service,” she said primly. “But I’m not attracted to macho men.”
A lie if she’d ever said one. Her entire body was vibrating like a tuning fork that had been struck. Her nipples buzzed madly, her back had straightened ’til it felt like a classroom ruler, and the rest of her simply yearned. Yearned to give in to the pull he exerted, to be drawn against his hard frame.
Pathetic, that’s what she was.
“Good thing I’m not a macho man, then.” His quick grin hit her right in her chest, where butterflies already danced in a mad frenzy. He was too attractive. She should go home.
“Come on.” He pulled gently on the hand he somehow still held. “Brenna’s told me so much about you. I want to hear all about your love charm.” He laughed, his dark eyes gleaming.
Ashley saw red. Brenna had told him about the love charm? No wonder he was looking at her with such interest. He thought she was ripe for the plucking. A lonely first grade teacher, desperate for love.
She needed to scotch that. Forcing a smile onto her face, she waved a careless hand. “Alas, the love charm is no more. It was fun while it lasted, but tonight, we consigned it to the bottom of the sea.”
“That’s too bad,” he said. “I was going to ask you to cast your spell on me. See if I could be caught.”
Slowly, vertebrae by vertebrae, her back tightened as if she were in the grip of a powerful spell herself. Was he making fun of her? He wanted a spell cast? He’d learn to be careful what he wished for.
She dropped her chin, tilted her head and looked up at him through her lashes. “Oh, I’m sure it would require a powerful spell to catch you. Brenna’s told me a lot about you, too.”
He laughed. “And the tales grew with every telling, I have no doubt.”
Good comeback, but she wasn’t done with him yet. She tapped his chest with her free hand. “You look a little underdressed for the weather, big boy,” she said. “You need some warming up?”
He looked down at her and met her eyes. “I could be standing here stark naked, and I wouldn’t be cold when you’re looking at me like that.”