Love Spell
Clint Christopherson’s love life is a running joke. When a crazed gypsy curses him with the best wish he could ever ask for, the punchline stops being funny. Now, even his barest touch drives girls mad for him. Desperate to reverse the curse, he turns to his last hope: an attractive private investigator who may be able to locate his missing gypsy. If only Clint knew who it was he just hired...
Excerpt;
Standing
in front of Sullivan’s door, Clint straightened his tie for the
fifth time. His trip to the heart of the Mariner’s home turf had
yielded some massive and pleasant surprises that he was eager to
share with his sometimes-prickly traveling companion. After he
knocked on the door, he heard a muffled, “One moment,” and took
to rocking on his heels while he waited. He smoothed out his surprise
new duds, ensured he’d done all the buttons on his shirt properly,
and made sure his fly had been zipped. Check. Check. Check. Should he
button the sport coat or not? What was protocol? A quick hand through
his hair again, and then a surreptitious nose cleaning, just in case.
Calm
down, man.
When
Sullivan’s door opened a few moments later, Clint had to bite back
a wolf whistle. A pair of driving shades and that baseball cap really
added to her image (not that she was bad to begin with), and his
pulse raced. This might be harder than he’d thought.
Man
up, Clint,
he told himself. “Are you ready to go, Sully?”
She
gave him a slow once over. “I know
I didn’t give you enough money to buy that.
Where’d you get it?”
He
shook his head. “Some store.” He could tell she was hardly
satisfied with the answer, but ignored the follow up question in her
eyes. “Let’s try again. Are you ready to go? It’s five.”
She
glanced at her watch. “Go? Where are we going?”
He
grinned. “You are
hungry, yes?”
“Maybe,”
she said cautiously. In reply, her stomach gurgled, “Absolutely I’m
hungry, you idiot,” and Lindsay blushed crimson.
Clint
pretended not to notice the sound, and jerked a thumb toward the
stairs. “C’mon. Even if you’re
fine, I’m dying for something better than the burgers from the
joint next door. I was thinking about something, you know, upscale.
Just the two of us. Think of it as part of me paying off my debt.”
She
cocked her head. “In case you hadn’t noticed, we’ve been
watching a dwindling budget lately. And, besides, I’m not dressed
to go anywhere nice.”
Clint
turned and jogged for the stairs. “No worries,” he called back to
her. “Dinner’s taken care of, and I’ve got your evening wear
sorted out, too. Let’s go!” He was down the stairs and in the
lobby in under a minute. She appeared seconds later,
frowning—probably glaring behind those shades—and demanding
answers.
“That’d
be telling,” he replied with a smirk. She was leaning forward,
eager for whatever it was he was holding back. Or maybe she was
actually eager to rip his head off because she was infected by the
Touch. Either way, there was no reason to delay. He strode through
the front door of the motel, and then turned to hold it open for her.
Sullivan approached sinuously, too much the way a big cat would close
on its prey. Realizing the problem, Clint released the door and
stepped aside, only to realize a new problem. A moment later, the
door took Sullivan full in the face.
“Sully!”
Clint sprang for the door and yanked it open, even as she staggered
backwards. “Man, Sully. I swear
by everything holy that I didn’t mean to—”
She
silenced him with a hand, while rubbing vigorously at her nose with
her other hand. “That’s twice
you’ve hit me with a door!
What is your prob— never mind. I’m not bleeding, am I?” She
didn’t wait for an answer before turning back toward the lobby and
striding for the ladies’ room.
Clint
buried his face in his hand, and then looked behind him. Good. His
surprise was still there. “Sully! You look fine. If you need a
mirror, there’s one here in the limo.”
She
missed a step, and then stopped. Carefully, she looked back over her
shoulder. He saw her gasp slightly, and then turn all the way around.
She looked back and forth between the restrooms and the waiting
luxury car. Finally, her shoulders dropped slightly, and walked
carefully toward the limousine. Clint opened the car’s door
immediately, dismissing the driver with a nod. Sullivan approached
slowly, and shot meaningful looks both at Clint and at the car door.
“What?”
he asked. “Hey, that was an accident.”
She
gave him a look. “And so was the thing in the hospital.”
“Yes.
So was the thing in the hospital. But do you really think I’d slam
a car door on a woman?”
She
crossed her arms over her chest, and cocked her head.
Clint
blushed slightly, and gestured at the door, and said, “Look, Miss
Sullivan. I promise
I’m not going to intentionally injure or humiliate you. This? This
was supposed to be a nice surprise and it hasn’t exactly gone the
way I planned it. Bear with me, please? I promise I’ll do my very
best to make this as enjoyable for you as it has been for me. Okay?”
Sullivan
hesitated, but at last put one foot forward, then the other. Then she
sped to the limo and climbed inside without so much as a glance at
Clint. Her passage was so close that a faint whiff of her perfume
caught his nose. Clint breathed deeply, and let the scent linger in
his mind, resolving to get her a bottle of whatever that was as a
“thank you” gift, once he got a job again. He really did owe her
big. Hopefully, tonight would help.
Author Stan Crowe
Stan had a pretty normal, middle-class American youth. He was lucky enough to change that by convincing an exceptional woman to marry him in 2000, setting him on a much more fulfilling life course.
Four years later, Brigham Young University awarded him with a Bachelors of Science in civil and environmental engineering. He then he spent several years designing homes, prescribing work for bridges, and even exploring the mortgage industry.
In the midst of all this, he produced two science fiction anthologies in 2006 and 2007. In 2012, Breezy Reads Publishing picked up his romantic comedy The Cinderella Project. And thus he transformed himself from Captain Kirk into Don Juan.
Stan lives with his wife, children (final count to be determined) and two cats in Utah.
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