Shannon MacLeod
Shannon MacLeod
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc.
ISBN-10: 1616504293
Type: Fiction
Pages: 281
Copyright: 1/7/13
ISBN-13: 9781616504298
Price: $5.99 (eBook)
Sometimes, love lasts a lifetime...sometimes even longer.
Lily’s whole life is planned out. She’ll live, if not happily, at least ever after. Working as an insurance agent with her college sweetheart and longtime boyfriend, Lucas, she’ll eventually marry him and together they’ll take over the family agency. Then she and Lucas will start raising little insurance agents of their own. But something is missing…
At her best friend's urging, she decides to do one last wild thing before committing her life to a future of policy endorsements--she takes a part time job reading tarot cards at a local Renaissance Faire theme park. Lucas is completely unimpressed and disdainful of her fascination with the mystical, but has no doubt she'll settle down once they're married. Enter Ian Kelly, mural painter, actor and…witch. He and Lily have a chance meeting at the park, and the attraction is immediate. They have a history…a lot of history. Several lifetimes of it, in fact, and their business together is unfinished.
All three have secrets, one of them deadly. Add in heaping helpings of magic, mayhem, Cuban sandwiches, one large Irish family and one very demanding feline for a story of love so strong, it’ll take more than one century to contain it.
Excerpt
...Lily lifted Ian’s hand, her mouth curving into a sensual smile as she encircled the tip of his finger with her lips and lightly flicked it with her tongue.
Ian was immediately certain of two things--one, his heart had just stopped, and two, they were going to need to leave the restaurant very, very soon. She’s trying to kill me. I want this woman to the point of madness and she’s trying to kill me, he thought. “I have a confession to
make…” he said, hesitating.
“And what is that, my love?” She leaned forward to listen, affording him a wonderful view of her lush breasts.
Bloody hell, he groaned inwardly when his mutinous body reacted to the scenery. “I’ve been looking forward to this evening for selfish reasons. I had, ah…hoped to entice you back into my bed tonight.”
“Well, as long as it is a night for confessions, I’m afraid I have one of my own,” Lily said, her voice quiet and somber.
Oh, shit. That can’t be good. “What is it, sweetheart?”
She glanced around, motioning him closer. With a long, meaningful look she whispered, “I’m not wearing anything under this dress…”
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