Spotlight: Cade by V.A. Dold (@VADOLD)

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Today I’m spotlighting a Paranormal Romance by V.A. Dold : Cade.

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Cade

  • Series: Le Beau Series #1
  • Author: V.A. Dold
  • Genre: Paranormal Romance
  • Date of Publication: March 17, 2014
  • Number of pages: 239
  • Word Count: 62,000
  • Buy: Amazon

Blurb

Anna James is single again, finally. In her opinion, men are self-centered and will never love her for who she is, a beautiful, plus sized woman. All except the fantasy man that she’s been meeting in her dreams for five years.

She just never expected her fantasy to be a real live alpha shifter…

Cade Le Beau isn’t what he seems. He’s a billionaire wolf. A Shifter. He laments his missed chance six months ago to meet his fantasy woman in the flesh. Just as his second chance presents itself, his fantasy woman, his mate, is threatened by the local mob boss and her ex-husband. Now, he has forty eight hours to deal with this threat once and for all or chance losing her again.

Is it Anna who’s in danger, or the humans who unwittingly threaten her?

The heat is on the moment they lay eyes on each other. Neither, age, children, horrid ex-husbands, nor mob bosses will stop this love affair.

NOTE: Complete novel. No cliffhanger. Dual POV. Rated 18+ for language and strong sexual content. This is an adult paranormal romance with erotic content. The series centers on wolf shifters but also includes vampires, voodoo priestess, a Marine, and magic. These are stand alone books that create a series. They do not need to be read in order.

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Prologue- The Plan

 

 

“Emma, we need to take matters into our own hands or they’ll never find their mates.” Isaac Le Beau set his snifter down before he crushed the glass in frustration. “We have seven virile, grown sons, who after two hundred years haven’t found their mates. If we don’t step in and give a hand to the wolf-goddess Luperca, our sons may spend their lives alone, without children to raise and without their other half to love. Dang it, I want some grandchildren, while I’m still young enough to enjoy them.”

He slowly raised his head and gazed at the love of his life, Emma. She was a unique blend of Romanian gypsy heritage and a very powerful voodoo priestess. Even after two centuries her exotic sparkling dark eyes and compact killer soft curves left him breathless. Some would classify her as a big, beautiful woman. He called her ‘sex on a stick‘. He swore she controlled every beat of his heart.

The warmth and agreement in those mesmerizing eyes silently prompted him to continue.

“Would you do your high-priestess voodoo thing and ask the spirits to identify their mates? With some influence we could bring them together, so they can recognize them on their own. I don’t want to force a meeting. Simply provide the opportunity. How about it, will you give it a try?” Isaac asked.

He knew Emma wouldn’t deny him. “Of course, I’ll perform the ritual, but I can’t give you any guarantees. All I can do is try. If we are truly blessed, Luperca will appear to me and give this endeavor her approval. I want our sons happy and I’d love to have a dozen grandchildren running around the house, too.”

Isaac opened his arms wide, inviting Emma to slide onto his lap. He buried his face into her hair breathing in her unique scent. The familiar fragrance calmed him like nothing else. He was confident everything would change for his sons very soon. He could hardly wait for each of them to meet their one true mate. No wolf should go fourteen hundred years alone.

 

 

Two weeks later, they enjoyed the cool breeze that came off the river, flowing through the open windows. A secret little smile lit up Emma’s entire face and her fingers tapped a tune on her cut crystal wine glass. He knew that expression well.

“Out with it, Emma,” Isaac said with a grin of his own. “What is it you’re dying to tell me?” He waited patiently for her to tell him her grand news.

Emma actually bounced in her seat. “I received answers from the goddess.” She clapped her hands excitedly.  “Cade’s mate is in New Orleans right now. Her name is Anna James. The goddess said she has had many unhappy years, but is now open to finding her one true love. Isn’t that fantastic? Two days from now she is destined to be in Jackson Square and then stop to eat lunch at Crescent City Brewhouse. She’ll be in the bar around eleven-thirty. As for the rest of the boys, the goddess said we must have patience. She’ll grant me visions in my dreams or come to me for each of them when the time is right.”

A surge of excited energy rushed through him as a hundred butterflies took up residence in his stomach. This must be what it felt like to win the lottery he thought. “We’ll have to move fast. We need to think of a way to get Cade there at the right time.”

“Maybe we can come up with a way to use Jackson square? Cade sits there so often it might be an option?” Emma offered.

“Maybe.”

He rubbed his chin, forehead crinkled in deep thought. “First we need to get him out of his home office and into the French Quarter. The bank called yesterday about a restaurant up for sale. I’ll have them schedule a meeting with Cade to review our investments and recommend this new opportunity.”  He tapped his chin as the plan took shape, mumbling as he worked it out. He stood and paced across the room, prowled like the animal he was. He couldn’t think properly sitting down.

As he strode back and forth, he noted she had settled into an easy chair to watch him.

“That’ll get him to the city,” he thought aloud as he continued to tap his finger on his chin. “You’re right about his constant people watching, I’m sure he’ll take a walk and perhaps sit a while. A possibility.” Isaac cupped his jaw in his hand and rubbed the coarse stubble.

A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. “I’ve got it! I’ll ask him to meet me for lunch at Crescent City at eleven-thirty. Richie tends the bar, he’ll know the mating signs. When Cade arrives, goddess willing, he will sense his mate. I’ll have Richie tell him I won’t be able to make it. If I’m not there for lunch he will be free to spend time with her.”

Smile broadening, he folded his arms across his chest and nodded. They had a solid plan. In less than a week he could have his first daughter-in-law. Isaac settled into his leather captain’s chair. “I’ll arrange everything with Richie.” He felt two hundred years younger, like the bold robust young man who had swept his mate off her feet. By the wistful expression Emma wore, he must look it, too.

As he sipped his rich, sweet cognac, he imagined a baby in Emma’s lap, sleeping peacefully while a toddler played with blocks on the floor. His sigh brought her attention to him with a raised brow. She would laugh if she knew what he was dreaming.

A smile continued to pull at his lips. He couldn’t help it. He was very pleased with his little romance ambush, positive it would be successful. Cade was in for a wonderful surprise in two days’ time.

“Now that we have the plan, what do you think she will be like? Did the goddess give you any hints?”

She laughed. “No, you silly man, the goddess doesn’t have time for things like that.”

“You know he has always favored curvy women. I sure hope she isn’t skinny, he might not even look at her if she is.” A little shiver ran through him. “Remember the gal he dated who looked a lot like you? She was a plus sized beauty. Cade never said anything, but Marcus drove him crazy with that ‘Oedipus’ nickname.” He laughed as he recalled the antics of the boys.

“You’re right, he does like a woman with meat on her bones. All the boys do.”

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About the Author:

TourAuthor-V.A.DoldV.A.Dold is the bestselling author of the Le Beau Brothers series, New Orleans wolf shifter novels. A graduate of Saint Cloud University, she majored in marketing. Prior to becoming a full time writer, she was a publicist to the authors, owning Innovative Online Book Tours and ARC Author & Reader Con’s (ARC NOLA) (ARC Phoenix). Still is. The companies mesh so well together, much like PB&J.

Her idea of absolute heaven is a day in the French Quarter filled with nothing but her computer, her coffee mug and the Brothers, of course.

A Minnesota native with her heart lost to Louisiana, she has a penchant for titillating tales featuring sexy men and strong women. When she’s not writing, she’s probably taking in a movie, reading or traveling.

Her earliest reading memories are from grade school. She had a major fixation with horses, and the Black Stallion was a favorite. Then junior high came along and teenage hormones kicked in. It became all about the Harlequin Romances. She has been hooked on romances ever since.

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Chats with MG January-July Recap

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It’s been a slow few months for Chats with my guy (MG). Here’s the recap of the ones I’ve posted on Facebook this year.

January 7

So MG decided to count the change in my chicken-shaped piggy bank. He shoved his finger up into the hole to get change to fall out.

Me: Are you fingering that chicken?
MG: *laughs*
Me: You are! You’re repeatedly sticking your finger in that chicken’s undercarriage, making things rain down.
MG: Yes, I am. Blame it on the rain.
Me: Seriously?
MG: *stares*
Me: Do you even know who you just quoted?
MG: No.
Me: Milli Vanilli
MG: *looks blank*
Me: Never mind.
MG: *tips bank over*
Me: *gets out camera*
MG: *vigorously shakes…change simply falls out*
Me: *busts out* You didn’t even have to finger that chicken!
MG: *turns bright red as he laughs* I guess not.

January 22

After he’s been sick for a week:

Me: oh btw, I’m still relatively healthy *knocks on wood again*
MG: stupid braggart human
Me: Haha!

January 31

Me: *walks into the living room, checks the TV, and sees MG is watching the documentary on Minecraft the nerd horde demanded he view* So, how is it?
MG: *glances up from laptop without lifting his fingers from the trackpad* Not that great.
Me: Oh that sucks. What game are you playing?
MG: *looks up sheepishly* I’m actually playing Minecraft.
Me: *busts out*
MG: Everyone kept giving me crap for not trying it!

February 1

MG: I need a new toothbrush.
Me: I kind of do, too. I’m just using the cheap freebie one the dentist gave me.
MG: Yeah, I can’t use those because I need *firm*. I’m a *firm* kind of guy.
Me: *shakes her head*
MG: I just need a band saw.
Me: *stares*
MG: er, I mean a belt sander.
Me: *cracks up*

February 1

MG: These are the times that make men impatient.
Me: *stares*
MG: Or whatever Churchill said.
Me: Um, I suspect Churchill was talking about something far more annoying than sitting at a red light for 45 seconds.
MG: So you mean the Battle of Britain was worse? All they had to do was wait around to get bombed.
Me: And to think you could have, too, if you’d had a bottle of J.D. with you.

[For the record, the quote is "These are the times that try men's souls." and Thomas Paine wrote it. But I had to look that up after the fact]

February 10

Me: When do you want to head out to dinner?
MG: When do you think the mall will be busy?
Me: *growls* Why do I always have to be the one with the answers?
MG: Fine. We’ll go at 5. I have decreed it. It’s been set in stone.
Me: In stone…really.
MG: Yes, I have a guy in Des Moines whose sole job is to chisel my decrees in stone.

February 10

Me: Okay, I’m making a prediction. *relays a work-related prediction*
MG: Okay, I’ll record the prediction.
Me: No. Call your Des Moines guy.
MG: *laughs* Except I didn’t decree that. That’s abusing the Chisler. Get your own tablet maker.
Me: He can’t be called the Chisler unless he has a theme song like the Waffler.

March 6

(About if my health problems are related to a lack of water)

MG: We know we can trust this guy’s advice. His name is “Dr. Axe”. *points to the picture*
Me: *looks* *notes Dr. Axe looks like a fraternity boy*
MG: I assume that’s Axe as in Axe body spray.
Me: *busts out*

March 6

(while he’s still looking up medical stuff)

MG: Dr. Axe says oregano oil is good. He says oregano oil benefits are superior to prescription antibiotics
Me: You know how I feel about oregano.
MG: But it’s good for you. Dr. Axe says 1000 pounds of wild oregano is used to produce just 1 pound of oregano oil.
Me: One pound? That’s A LOT of oil.
MG: Not really. A gallon of milk is like two point two pounds.
Me: And if that pound of oil dropped on our carpet, we’d have to burn the place down. It’s the only way to get rid of it.
MG: But that would be a really good smelling fire. I’d be like “Where’s the Italian restaurant, motherfucker?”
Me: *shakes her head*
MG: I’m bored with Dr. Axe. I looked through like 9 pages and not once did he ax anyone.

July 17

Me (on walking): There were a few people out there jogging/running it. There was one woman with her tiny little dachshund. He made me feel like a slacker (she passed me going the other way). His little feet were practically flying
MG: hahaha those are tiny tiny dogs
Me: Exactly. And he was going faster than the chick…who was likely going faster than me…therefore, I was a slacker
MG: nah, you were majestic
Me: :P

July 17

(after watching Top Chef Masters and hearing about Ophrah Winfrey’s personal chef.)

Me: Can you imagine having enough money to pay someone to make you world class food?
MG: *You* pay someone to make you world class food.
Me: Well, maybe…if we’re talking about the third world.
MG: Adira (his cat), I hate your master.
Me: *CACKLES* Well, I’d say second world, maybe. I can’t say first world because you haven’t grilled that pork loan with the cherries and apples lately.
MG: It’s called a roulade.
Me: Huh?
MG: A roulade, where you slice the roast and roll the cherries and apples into it. It’s French. And I haven’t made it lately because we’re at war.
Me: We are not at war.
MG: We have been ever since that mime…
Me: *stares*

July 27

Me: *bursts into song after a Huggies commercial* The first hug ever I hugged your–
MG: face.
Me: Hugged your face?
MG: Yes. I’m going to hug your face. I’m going to hug your face so hard.
Me: o_O

July 30

Me: I thought the galaxy gear was the watch, and that it was supposed to talk to a samsung phone, and that you said it would work with your phone after an update
MG: yeah it will work. But there are multiple models. The one I was going to get for $80 wouldn’t do what I’d want it for…which is to be all Dick Tracy cool
Me: That’s aiming a little low. I thought you wanted to be Chuck’s Dad cool [from the TV show Chuck]
MG: well that’s what I’d really want but they don’t make one with big enough screen
Me: LOL

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Going Pecans Blog Hop & Giveaway – Kora Walsh rambles (@Henningland)

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I’ve joined up on Gina Henning’s blog hop to celebrate the release of her super fun contemporary romance Going Pecans. She’s asked us to write about a time when we were “Going Pecans”. I’ve enlisted my character Kora Walsh from The Only Sorceress series to write about a time when she was “Going Pecans”.

Going Pecans with Kora Walsh (The Only Sorceress)

I don’t bake. I can’t even make macaroni and cheese, so when I was asked to write a blog post for Anya and Gina about pecan pie, I froze. What do I know about pie?

Then they explained that it wasn’t about pecan pie, it was about a time I may have been “Going Pecans”. Ooohh, yeah, I’ve gone pecans plenty of times. I could handle writing about that. The prime reason behind my going nuts is almost always Trip.

In fifteen years my childhood nemesis went from being the bane of my existence in the Greek underworld to a honey-skinned hottie who can only taunt me from the sidelines of the Spirit Realm. Those sidelines keep me sane here in Sedona, Arizona. But I’ve cracked my share of metaphorical pecan shells thanks to Trip even with realms between us.

Take his most recent trick for example. His mother gave him a bracelet that lets him move objects into and out of the Mortal Realm. So what did this wonderfully mature male do? He used it to tangle up the cords on every light at my shop Rarities. When asked what had been the point, he’d declared the point had been to piss me off. And he’s nearly thirty. That drives me nuts.

And let’s not forget disgustingly gorgeous Water witch Desmond Marino. He tried to drive me out of town the first time we met for no other reason than that I wasn’t a witch. If that’s not worthy of going a little nuts, then I don’t know what is.

Wait…I’m supposed to be talking about how I’ve gone nuts, not what drives me nuts? *blush* Er…sorry. I’d revise this to fit the theme better, but my mother just turned up for one of her this-can’t-wait-because-something-bad-is-about-to-happen favors. And no one makes Hecate wait. Not even her daughter.

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Going Pecans

  • Series: Holiday Sugar Series
  • Author: Gina Henning
  • Genre: Contemporary Romance
  • Date of Publication: August 14, 2014
  • Number of pages: 100
  • Buy: Amazon

Blurb

A warm pie. A tasty guy. Happy Thanksgiving indeed.

Homecomings for Lauren Hauser are always filled with delicious food and hopes for a distraction from her quirky family. The only exception with this visit: she’s been given the challenge of preparing her grandmother’s pie.

Set out on a journey for pecans, Lauren stumbles into Jack a guy who despite his charm (and kissable lips) appears to be in a committed relationship…with his career. His main concern is taking care of a last minute errand for a client, not Lauren or her quest for the key ingredient.

Frazzled in more ways than one, Lauren’s journey improves when Jack rescues her from an icy walk. Attraction and tension rise and soon pecans aren’t the only things getting toasty in the kitchen.

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Spotlight & Giveaway: Sleeping Beauty and the Demon by Marina Myles (@marinaauthor)

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Today I’m spotlighting a historical/paranormal romance by Marina Myles: Sleeping Beauty and the Demon.

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Sleeping Beauty and the Demon

  • Series: The Cursed Princes #4
  • Author: Marina Myles
  • Genre: Historical/paranormal romance
  • Date of Publication: August 07, 2014
  • Number of pages: 234
  • Word Count: 75,000
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Sleight Of Hand

Dragomir Starkov poses as an illusionist, a showman performing tricks, his Romanian accent and dark good looks all just a part of the drama. That’s how Rose Carlisle first sees him. She’s a respectable girl—she wouldn’t accept witchy birthday gifts from a demon.

But the hustle and bustle of 1912 New York City offers plenty of ways to slip around the strict old rules of propriety. A good thing, too, because once Rose meets Drago, she no longer cares about being respectable.

But the only illusion in Drago’s act is that his magic is smoke and mirrors. Every word of power he speaks is as real as Rose before him, in thrall to his lust and adoration. Drago knows about Rose’s curse, that she will die on her next birthday.

But the shadowy threat that stalks her hasn’t won her yet. If she can trust him, perhaps he can save her too…

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CHAPTER ONE

 

New York City

1912

 

A torrential downpour bounced off the sloping roof of the Sunshine Theater. Inside the auditorium, an eager audience sat riveted by Dragomir Starkov’s onstage presence.

Dressed in black, he moved with confidence. With his hair slicked back from a widow’s peak and his eyes drawing the crowd into his mirage, he spoke in a heavy, Romanian accent. “Ladies and gentlemen, I will now attempt something few magicians dare. I will bring a creature back to life.”

Turning to the rear of the stage, he hid his hands from view. When he faced the audience again, he presented the body of what appeared to be a dead kitten. The small animal hung limply across his open palm. Murmuring a low chant, he waved it from one side of the stage to the other.  Then, with a flick of his white-gloved fingers, he urged the kitten back to life.

The small cat sat up erect and blinked in astonishment. As it let out a satisfied “meow,” it sprang to the floor.

The audience clapped wildly. In turn, Drago stepped forward. That’s when he spotted the woman he had willed to come to tonight’s show.

With an abundance of flaxen hair that swayed from a ponytail like wheat in a summer breeze, and a flawless complexion that glowed against the stage’s low-lying gaslights, the young woman’s beauty imprisoned Drago like a padlock. In the sparkle of her violet eyes he saw something amazing—a unique essence of goodness that compelled him as he often compelled

others.

She’s even more beautiful than she was in my vision.

The girl flashed him a smile—and when it illuminated his world of darkness like a bright spotlight, the need to protect and possess her rose within him. But it didn’t matter how he felt. He was here to banish a cruel curse cast upon her when she was a baby. And if he wanted to weave his unique spell around her, he needed to hypnotize her now.

A hush fell over the theater. Clasping his hands behind his back, Drago paced the stage like a caged animal. “For my next trick, I need a female volunteer from the audience.”

Numerous hands went up. He ignored them. Once he unlaced his dark cape, he threw it into the wings. “I need a very special participant for this mystifying trick.”

Pressing his forefinger to his temple, he pretended to use his powers of telepathy. Just then, the beautiful blond girl left her seat, accompanied by her dark-haired friend. They scurried to the theater’s center aisle, apparently adverse to the thought of being called on to volunteer.

“You there!” Drago thundered.

The duo froze in their tracks and wheeled around.

Pulling on her thick, blond ponytail, Rose—her name popped into Drago’s head suddenly—blushed.

“You, my dear.” He galloped halfway down the staircase at the side of the stage and extended his hand.

“Go on, Rose!” her friend encouraged. Drago was right about her name.

Rose smoothed her gingham dress. She joined him on the shadowed staircase, then took his hand. As Drago grasped it, an alarming chill raced up his spine. And when her pink lips spread into another shy smile, he found himself completely enchanted.

Leading her to center stage he said, “Please tell the audience your name, Miss.”

“It’s Rose Carlisle.”

“Have we ever met before, Rose?”

“No.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to tell the spectators how old you are.”

“I don’t know how you could guess that, but very well,” she replied in a sweet, clear voice.

He cleared his throat. “Today is your birthday, and you are twenty years old.” The number surfaced in his mind as surely as he knew his own birthday.

Rose’s jaw dropped open. She nodded vigorously. “How did you know?” Her friend, who had returned to her seat in the front row, mirrored her stunned expression.

Drago felt his affinity for the doe-eyed beauty grow. Yet he urged himself to be careful—and to make her feel as comfortable with him as possible.

“It doesn’t take a magician to see that you’ve attended this show without your parents’ permission,” he said. “Is that right, Miss Carlisle?”

The crowd chuckled lightly at the joke. Rose looked stunned. “I haven’t seen my parents since I was a baby. But my adoptive parents don’t know I’m here.”

“I see,” Drago remarked lightheartedly. But when he saw Rose clutching her hands together nervously, he sensed her pain ran deep.

“Have you ever been a magician’s assistant?”

“No,” Rose replied. “In fact, this is my first magic show.”

“We’ll have to make it one you’ll never forget.”

When he reached for her small, velvet hand, it trembled inside his at the suggestion.

“Promise me you won’t be anxious,” he said. “I would never allow harm to come to you.”

She slid a glance his way—and they locked eyes for what felt like an eternity.

“I’ll try not to be nervous,” she finally promised. “What do I have to do?”

“Absolutely nothing. Just close your lovely eyes and remain in one spot.”

Rose did as she was told. Drago took the opportunity to study her high cheekbones, dainty mouth, and hourglass figure. Though she was tall, her demeanor lent her a fragile air. She seemed to him a delicate, porcelain doll which could be broken easily if handled improperly.

Frowning, he tried to concentrate on performing his illusion. While Rose kept her eyes closed, he massaged the air in front of him with his fingertips. As he murmured something inaudible, he willed Rose’s feet to rise slowly off the ground.

It appeared as if someone was pulling her legs out from under her. Eventually, her torso, limbs, and head reached a plane parallel to the stage and she was levitating in space.

The crowd gasped as Drago reached for a large silver hoop. He proceeded to pass the circle back and forth over Rose’s stiff body. When he twisted and turned it in every direction, the audience gasped. The trick, which had been performed only one time before, proved it had the power to intrigue.

“Are you doing all right, Rose?” Drago asked in a gentle voice.

She nodded. Her ponytail swung toward the wooden floor.

“Excellent.” Drago passed the silver hoop to his brunette assistant, Katherine. “Ladies and gentlemen, I have a confession to make. The second half of this trick is new even to me. However, it’s something I feel bold enough to try with Miss Carlisle’s help.”

Drago’s assistant cast him an angry look. He continued on anyway. “Katherine, would

you hand me that red silk drape?” he asked.

Clearly irritated, Katherine moved to the tiny prop table in the corner. Once she passed a large cloth to Drago, he unfolded it and draped it over the length of Rose’s levitating body.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said in a low tone. “Making a woman levitate in midair is one thing. But what if I made her …disappear?”

He whipped off the red drape and exposed nothing but air. Men in pinstriped suits leapt to their feet and women touched their hats in astonishment.

When the audience’s enthusiastic clapping subsided, Drago removed his gloves. “Now

I’ll make our lovely Rose reappear. Just… like… that.”

Snapping his fingers loudly, he moved to a cabinet in the middle of the stage. He opened the cabinet’s door with an exaggerated gesture and there stood a pale-faced Rose. Grinning, Drago took her hand and helped her out. Together they walked to the front of the stage and were greeted with thunderous applause.

As he took one step away from Rose, Drago bowed to her as well. Her cheeks regained their color—and she looked at him as if he were the most wonderful man in the world.

Although leaving her was the last thing he desired to do, he had no choice.  Drago came closer to her and pressed something into her hand. Then he mouthed the haunting words, “Wear this and come back to me.”

 

Rose’s hand closed around the item the handsome magician had placed in her palm. The curtain closed with a dramatic whoosh—and as she stumbled up the aisle, she unfurled her hand and stared at the object. It was a beautiful amulet that bore a silver chain and mysterious Egyptian engravings.

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TourAuthor-Marina MylesMarina Myles’s love of books began as soon as she read her first fairy tale. During her college days, she received degrees in English Literature and Communications—and enjoyed the unique experience of being a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader.

Now that she lives under the sunny skies of Arizona, she hasn’t left her glamorous life behind completely. After all, she gets to divide her time between her loving family, her loyal Maltese, and worlds filled with fiery—but not easily attained—love affairs.

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