Up today is my witty paranormal romance, Merry Little Wishing Spritz.
What readers had to say...
Merry Little Wishing Spritz made me smile, grin, giggle and thoroughly entertained me.
~ Long and Short Reviews
A perfect holiday romance that will make you laugh, smile, and perhaps even swoon.
~Sydney Winward, author
A warm and enchanting holiday romance… Just perfect for curling up by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate, and maybe a cookie or two!
~ Laura Strickland, author
I finished reading Merry Little Wishing Spritz and I wanted to read it again and again... It’s going on my annual holiday reads list. Highly recommend! ~ N.N. Light
Modern-day witch Cassie Moore’s cozy life turns upside down when her friend foresees the wrecking ball that threatens to destroy Cassie’s home and workplace. But Cassie isn’t giving up without a fight. She casts a well-intended spell meant to save her apartment and her job. But magic is unpredictable, especially when her friend casts a little charm of her own that has Cassie lusting after the man she desperately wants to despise.
Jack Quinn has had his eyes on Lakeside Books for years, and he couldn’t be happier the owner is finally ready to sell. He has big plans for the cozy waterfront property, but he didn’t expect to care about the store or its employees. And he never imagined he’d be drawn to a certain brown-eyed saleswoman.
As if by magic.
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Peek between the pages
“He’s convincing,” one of the women who worked there whispered. “And sexy. Where’d you find him?”
It was the darn suit. The sleeves strained against muscle when he lifted gifts and the pants practically drew the eye to his thighs when he squatted to talk to the smaller children. It fit too perfectly. Maybe Peyton had spelled it to adjust to the wearer?
“He found us.”
“Well, you’re a lucky woman—”
“Oh, he and I aren’t together.”
“Really? The two of you keep sneaking glances at each other.”
If we did, it was only because we were working together. “I assure you, we’re not a couple.”
“Hum, well then.” She eyed Jack. “If I wasn’t married…” She cackled. Actually cackled! “Don’t just stand there, girl.” She nudged me. “Bring him a bottle of water.”
It was the least I could do. I grabbed a bottle and rejoined Jack.
“I thought Santa might be thirsty.”
“Ho ho ho! Thank you.” Jack grabbed my hand along with the water and twirled me around once. Heart racing and a bit off-balanced I bumped into him. His free hand settled on my waist. “You’re lucky you’re not dressed as Mrs. Clause,” he whispered.
His eyes twinkled. My breath caught. “Why’s that?”He glanced up. I followed his gaze to the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.
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