Today’s Sunday Snippet is from Passion in the Cards, a super-steamy opposites attract beach town romance novella and Book 1 in the Trappers Cove Romance series, on sale for just 99¢ (ebook, of course) until the end of April. Craving a little beachy fun? Snap up your copy today!
Here’s organic farmer Jesse’s first glimpse of Gemma, a free-wheeling fortuneteller who’s in Trappers Cove, Washington to help out at her auntie’s psychic emporium, and to recover from a breakup. Well, it’s not really his first glimpse–they met years ago, and her memory has lingered ever since.
His grin slipped when a stunning woman stepped from behind the wooden screen and froze, her plush mouth open, her eyes wide. A nagging sense of recognition tickled his memory—and his body. Where had he met her before? His skin prickled as he searched her face for clues, eerily certain they’d shared something momentous. Then it clicked.
The girl from the beach. She was back again—older now, but with the same tawny hair that fell in heavy waves, the same piercing eyes whose colors shifted with the light, the same tilt of her head like a clever bird who saw right through him. His heart gave a powerful thump, then kicked into overdrive.
Zora followed the beauty, her batik tunic billowing as she trotted toward him. “See, I told you,” she called over her shoulder.
“Pardon?” He blinked rapidly, his feet rooted to the floor.
The old hippie mama beamed. “Jesse, you remember my niece Gemma, don’t you?”
How could he ever forget?
Like the big, goofy teen he was when they first met, he shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. “You look different, Gemma. Your hair was longer last time, with purple tips, right? And you didn’t have that squiggle tattoo on your hand.”
She peered up at him through narrowed eyes. More green than blue today, they showed zero sign of recognition. That stung.
Stepping closer, she raised her slender hand and tapped the parallel zigzag lines. “Aquarius, my star sign. What’s yours?”
Her nearness made his tongue thick and his brain sluggish. She smelled of lilacs and lemon verbena, like springtime on his gramps’ farm. His farm now, though six months in, he still couldn’t get used to thinking of it that way.
“Jesse’s a Taurus.” Zora patted his shoulder, took the delivery from his arms, and set it on the counter. “A classic example. Strong, steady, stubborn, and sensual.”
His cheeks flushed hot enough to fry an egg.
“And he has the perfect Taurus name—del Toro.”
Gemma tapped her pursed lips. “Why does that sound so familiar?” Just like all those years ago, her sexy pout spun his thoughts into a dizzy spiral of want and need.
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