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| Color of Dreams from The Wild Rose Press
What happens when a Wiccan high-priestess and three mischievous nymphs conjure spells on a environmentalist and a jet engine designer? Magic, mayhem, and wild nights of passion.
Justine Tori Cryst is to be initiated into Gaia’s universal coven. Problem is...Justine must conjoin with a perfect soul-mate at the last stroke of midnight on her 29th birthday.
Shaun Kelly can’t believe his luck, or bad luck, when the woman who crushed his heart in college magically returns into his life. But crushed hearts mend. He still loves her. However, the chances of his rekindling their romance are zip because he’s certain Justine is hell-bent on putting the company he works for out of business...permanently.
Unbeknownst to either, Justine’s goddessmother is determined to bring Shaun and Justine back together because – Shaun has exactly what Justine needs to become the mother of the next generation of powerful little wiccas. His gene pool.
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April 2009
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Excerpt
“... Hey!” Gail pointed toward his screen. “It says this girl is in the Portland office. How did you get us there instead of Washington? I wanted Washington.”
Shaun tilted his head and read the large print in the column next to the row of pictures. She was right, it did say Portland along with the branch’s local personnel information. He frowned and clicked the back button on his task bar.
Immediately, his screen returned to LEAF’s main page. The blinking curser pointed directly on the Washington link. Curious, he clicked the link again. Boom, he was right back to the Portland website. He stared at the centerfold picture of the only woman who’d ever trashed his heart and his love.
Shaun battled the old hurts that threatened to resurface. He swiveled his chair away from the monitor. “The address must be linked wrong. I wonder if their webmaster knows.”
“What do you care?”
Mentally Shaun cringed at Gail’s prodding…she was right. Why should he care?
Shaun turned back to the computer and clicked on the website’s contact page and began t yping a short note informing them of the linking error. Even though his logical mind concentrated on typing his comments, somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard what sounded like a woman whispering, “That’s just it, Shaun. You’ve always cared.”
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| Layover from The Wild Rose Press
For months, Bree Alexander has fantasized about a frequent flyer she’d labeled as her Mr. Sex God. Little does she know that Steven Cain secretly desired her as well.
When an unexpected flight delay strands them together, will Bree and Steven take this opportunity to change their fantasies into a reality...before their layover ends?
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She scooted back in her cushy chair. As she did, his gaze followed her movement, almost as if he wanted to undress her and was trying to decide how to do it. When he realized she watched him, he glanced down then stiffened visibly. His longfingers curled into fists and his body moved slightly toward her.
Bree looked to see what had captured Steven's attention. Her magazine sat on the coffee table at a half angle where both of them could clearly see the photograph of the man licking his way down the woman's body. Horrified that she had tossed the magazine opened to that page, she jerked upright.
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