The first glimpse of a person, someone so breathtaking it's almost stunning. That heart-stopping moment when gazes lock across a crowded room. Finding the courage to speak over the noisy thrumming of a heartbeat. Feelings so intense, they tend to make one's actions a bit impulsive. Four stories of spicy, sweet, sassy romance. Three Wishes, All That Jazz, Playing With Destiny and High Maintenance.
Three Wishes: While visiting Madame Zena’s Mystical Shoppe, Macy Green discovers a dusty old bottle she never imagines could actually be magical. (paranormal romance)
All That Jazz: Devon Knight has a secret. He's been watching his neighbor, beautiful Gia Malone, through their apartment windows, every day while he practices his trumpet. (sweet romance)
Playing With Destiny: When beautiful witch Calista Canyon discovers the man of her dreams living right next door, she tries everything she can think of, short of magic, to get him to notice her. (paranormal romance)
High Maintenance: Deidre North is enjoying a family ski vacation after Christmas, when an accident sidelines her from the slopes with a cast on her leg. (sweet romance)
While visiting Madame Zena's Mystical Shoppe, Macy Green discovers a dusty old bottle she never imagines could actually be magical. The handsome genie who appears offers her three wishes, but Macy soon discovers it will only take one--one very special wish--to fulfill her heart's true desire.
The dusty little store appeared crowded with merchandise, if not shoppers. Macy Green looked over the eclectic collection of oddities in Madame Zena's Mystical Shoppe, amazed at the various loads of crap the old woman tried to pass off as antiques. She eyed the dozens of brass items, all badly in need of polish, and a collection of old oriental rugs.
"Suppose these carpets fly?" She fingered one and looked up at her friend Tina, browsing on the other side of the counter.
"Yeah, you bet." Tina chuckled absently, digging through a small jewelry box. She held up a pair of dangly turquoise earrings. "Hey, Mace, look here. Do these look like real silver?"
"Let me see." Macy took the earrings and studied them closely. "Nah, I don't think so. But they're pretty, and you look good in turquoise. You should get them."
Tina took the earrings back and held them up to her ears, looking at herself in an old mirror on the wall. "I do like them. They make me look like Cher, circa 1970." She flipped her long black hair over one shoulder and raised her eyebrows. "Whadaya think? Gypsy, tramp, or thief?"
Macy laughed at the old song and nodded. "Definitely gypsy. I like the look a lot."
"Okay, I'll get them. But you have to buy something, too."
"Uh, gee, Teen, I don't know." Macy looked skeptically over the rest of the items on the counter. She glanced at the old woman sitting up front and said quietly, "I don't really see anything that's my style."
"Keep looking." Tina wandered through the small store and stopped when she got to the back, where a half-drawn curtain attempted to close off the storage room. "Oh Macy, look!" She marched into the back room and grabbed a blue bottle off a table.
Macy followed her to the back room and whispered harshly, "What are you doing?"
"This is so cool!" Tina held up the bottle. "Very retro!"
"Totally," Macy agreed, secretly admiring the bottle. It was cornflower blue with silver accents, and reminded her of a genie bottle from the days of Aladdin.
"It looks like Jeannie's bottle from the TV show!" Tina waved it at her. "I loved that show. I have to get this."
"Ezz not for sale." The woman from the front counter appeared in the doorway to the storage area. "You not allowed back here. Out! Out!"
"I'm sorry." Tina turned on the charm, and Macy smiled. Her friend was a public relations agent for a very big company in Chicago. If anyone could talk the old woman out of the bottle, Tina Brewster was the woman for the job. "I spotted this beautiful bottle here on the counter and it just called to me. You have such lovely things in your shop. I'm having trouble deciding what to buy!"
"Ezz not for sale," she repeated and reached for the bottle.