A Holiday Magic Story
She's not your grandma's Tooth Fairy. Three months have passed since Steve Compton's last visit to Crystal Falls. Now he's back, but far from pleased about it. Convinced there is more in the air than clean living, he's a journalist on the hunt for a story that'll launch his career into the stratosphere.
Zoe Nickles loves the small-town atmosphere, the people, and most especially the great hiding places in Crystal Falls. She's heard rumors about the magical aura in the tiny town, and when her powers come to fruition one June night, she knows the whispers are true. She's the Tooth Fairy--with a sexy new look!
But there's a problem: a nosy reporter is on Zoe's trail, with just enough street smarts and cynicism to thwart her ability to practice her newfound skills. Can she convince him Crystal Falls is harmless before he tells the world about the town's "unique" quality, or will Steve blab the news, putting Zoe and all the paranormal residents at risk?
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Excerpt
No, no, no. Panic zigzagging through her system made her feel like an old-time pinball machine. This wasn’t what she wanted.
A girl saw a hot guy. He liked her, she liked him, they had a normal conversation about normal stuff and then they kissed and lived happily ever after. That was how life was supposed to work. She huffed her annoyance. “Except I’m not exactly normal and he’s too stubborn to see the forest for the trees.”
It was the last glance at his jeans-advertisement-worthy rear end that made the decision for her. She’d seen the need in his eyes before he walked away. He wanted the kiss just as much as she did. It was time to add another line to the story. Girl saw the guy she wanted, ignored that he was acting like an idiot and went after him.
“Steve, wait!” When he turned around, she half-ran, half-stumbled across the lawn and threw herself into his arms. “There’s one more point I need to make.”
“What--”
She didn’t let him continue. In her ridiculous heels, she barely needed to maneuver into position. Capturing his face between her palms, she held him steady and claimed his mouth. The day’s growth of stubble scraped against her skin and his lips, both firm and pliant, were warm beneath hers. Pulling slightly away, she searched his gaze for a sign to continue, and when he slightly lifted an eyebrow, she smiled. He felt go good, she wanted another taste. Zoe wound her hands around his neck and kissed him again.
Pressing her mouth more firmly against his, she nibbled his bottom lip, surprised by its supple curve. His fingers stroked up and down her back, traced the line of the zipper in her costume. Zoe shivered at the light touch, craving skin-to-skin contact. When his questing fingertips explored her wings, like they did before, the shivers turned to massive quakes of need that made her tingle from head to foot. Her nerves almost sang with acute awareness.
All too soon he ended the embrace, his ragged breathing blending with hers in the quiet of the yard. “Whoa.”
“Gee, with that sort of vocabulary, no wonder you’re a journalist.” Sarcasm dripped from her words. Zoe’s traitorous heart beat a frantic rhythm. Seconds before, she’d been sure the doubt she’d caused had thrown him off track. Now that they’d kissed, she wasn’t so sure she hadn’t created a new set of problems. He’d felt her wings--twice now. What did he think of them, of her? As the corners of his mouth tilted upward with a grin, she swallowed. She knew his eyes would be warm pools of chocolate, and she rued the fact the darkness obscured them.
“Wow, I like the way you debate.” He released her so quickly she stumbled. “Still, it’s not enough to distract me.”
“What do you mean?” Her earlier passion fled in the face of chilly foreboding. Zoe clutched the satin bag that hung from her wrist as she remembered the admonitions from the Institute. Standing here, talking to Steve would probably not reflect well on her new position. Above all, she had to make sure he didn’t really believe she’d flown.
“You know what I’m after, Zoe, and it’s not a tryst in someone’s backyard.” Steve shoved a hand through his hair, upsetting the waves into a disheveled haystack. “I came back to this town to ferret out the magical and the strange. Quite frankly, your appearance tonight is the strangest thing I’ve seen in some time.”
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