One Fortune at a Time
Seven steamy novellas from seven acclaimed romance authors, guaranteed to bring good fortune (or at least a hot read) to any romance fan. There’s a seduction for everyone in this romance anthology of never-before published stories that range from sensual to erotic—all for one seductive price!
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Temptation Returns by Lisa Carlisle – Antonio returns from the Marine Corps and runs into the woman he never forgot at a rock club. Lina can’t believe Antonio is back in town, right before her wedding. Can she resist temptation in the form of a dark-haired Italian Marine?
Love Charm for Fiona by Carly Carson – When Fiona receives a fortuneteller’s love charm, she casts the spell to bring her dead fiancé back to life. But a love charm has its own magic, and what she gets is a surprise in the form of a Navy SEAL on “shore leave.”
Fear Of Flying by Leigh Court – Book publicist Jessie Jordan is deathly afraid of flying, which prompts travel writer Regan Quade to come up with a highly imaginative (and intimate!) way to calm her anxiety. Thrown together on a two-week book tour, the result just might be a bestseller!
Hearts on Fire by Roz Lee – They’ve been burned before, but desire will rekindle the flames of love in this sensual and heart wrenching story of redemption and second chances.
Heart’s Destiny by Jennifer Lynne – Eve Perroniʼs quest to find her past leaves no time for love, until a chance prediction leads to the seductive Ky Ransom and a destiny that could make—or break—both their hearts.
Moonlit Seduction by Anne Kane – Winston is a mutt with a mission – to convince Natalie that her fortune lies in surrendering to the seductive Jacob McKinley.
Hidden Fortune by Laura Sheehan – Ava has always played it safe, but after a midnight run-in with a handsome stranger, she discovers that perhaps fortune favors the bold. Can she find the courage to seek the ultimate treasure?
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Here’s Jennifer’s Lynne’s excerpt in the boxed set:
I have to get out of here. She spun and found him right there, blocking her retreat. When had he pressed so near? Why was he standing with only a hair’s breadth of space between their bodies, so close that if she took a deep breath her breasts would graze his chest?
She tilted her head, aiming to put at least a few inches between them. Faint laughter lines framed his ice-blue eyes, together with long dark lashes that should have looked feminine but somehow didn’t. He was older than she’d thought. Definitely late thirties, perhaps even chasing forty, but the age lines coupled with those chiselled cheekbones only added to his masculine allure.
His scent surrounded her, heady and virile, laced with a trace of aftershave, and she couldn’t help it. She inhaled—deeply—knowing the movement would lift her eager nipples up and forward, and straight into his chest.
“Eve.” That one word, delivered in such a gravelly tone, spoke volumes. When he leaned in, cementing their physical connection, she sucked in a breath.
“Yes?” Her query came out as a squeak. Rasa’s voice screamed inside her head. “Ky is the one.” His heart pounded like an urgent tattoo against her breasts, vibrating in tandem with her own rapid pulse rate.
“I don’t know what it is about you.” The words quivered across her skin, his breath warm and sweet-smelling. “I’ve just bought your ancestral home, and clearly you wanted it as much—maybe more—than I. My head is telling me to steer clear of you. Give you space. But I can’t. It’s like…I dunno. Can’t explain…” He reached up and shifted a lock of hair away from her face, stroking her cheek gently in the process.
And I should run like hell. Instead she leaned in to the touch. “I don’t want to feel this.” Let him in. “Not today. Not here.” She was drowning in the depths of those amazing eyes. And yet, how could he be the one? What did that even mean, anyway? How could anyone know who was right for another person—before that couple had even met? It was bullshit. Must be.
“I…” She cleared her throat and tried again. “I didn’t want this place, Ky. I needed it. You don’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“I can’t.” Their whole bodies were touching now, the full length of him pressing her back into the edge of the bench. The flesh between his legs was rigid, and hot, and surged into her abdomen with an insistence that would not be ignored. “I want to dislike you.”
His hands were running up and down her sides, the touch sending more shivers along her nerve endings. “Do you?”
His mouth hovered only an inch from hers and she closed her eyes to block out reality. For a few minutes I can escape into this. Away from thought. Into sensation. “No,” she whispered. “I don’t.”