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Blurb: According to the Runes, whimsical Wiccan shop owner
Cassandra Ballard must wait for her soul mate—she’ll know him when he enters
her life. However, recent erotic fantasies and dreams have left her wanting
and frustrated. Sexy handy man, Dylan McCabe, bears a striking
resemblance to the man in Cassie's dreams. Every time he enters her shop, her
heart beats to the drum of a ritual older than time. With the arrival of Samhain drawing near, will Cassie
resist Dylan’s persistent advances or can he possibly be the man of her
Enchanted Dreams? |
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Excerpt Cassandra stood at
her office, cell wedged between her ear and shoulder, balancing her briefcase
and coffee in one hand. With the other, couldn’t seem to get the key in to
unlock the door. A large masculine hand materialized from behind her and
snagged the keys from her fingers. Within seconds, she walked to her desk and
dropped her burdens. “Gotta go. Talk to
you later, Mom.” She snapped the phone shut, threw it with the rest of her
discarded things and turned to the man who’d helped her. Her breath lodged
somewhere in her chest. The sight of dark wavy hair combed straight back from
a broad forehead, struck her hard in the midsection. His wide shoulders
ruthlessly shoved into a gray business suit. Narrow hips, and the coup de
grâce, the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. Oh, he knew his affect on her. It
must happen all the time. Forcing her mouth to
close, she swallowed the lump in her throat, closed her eyes a moment and
chided herself to act like an adult. “Thank you for the help. I was about to
lose the coffee.” “Yes, can’t have you
losing your wake-up.” He smiled again, turned and left the office without
another word. The timbre of his
voice seemed to linger long after he’d departed. Goose bumps rippled over her
body. The soft hair on her arms stood as if she’d rubbed them to cause static
electricity. Cassandra finally found the strength to shut the door and
retreat to her chair. She should work on her presentation but those golden eyes in an
otherwise dark body kept parading around her mind. Delicious thoughts ran
through her mind of what to do with his body after she striped off his suit,
threw it in the trash and burned it. She’d never let him wear clothes again. |
