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Failed actress Brigit Love wants a
baby, and she’d better get on that soon or it may not happen. She
isn’t willing to marry just to get what she wants, so doing things
in “the correct order” may not be possible. Even her Wiccan
spells can’t turn back the biological clock.
Handsome tugboat captain and coven
member Ethan Cox loves his life as a happy bachelor and his only goal
is to keep things exactly the way they are. He should be the perfect
guy to plant the seed and walk away whistling. So how did everything
fall apart?
Excerpt:
“You looked
pensive back there. Is everything all right?”
She chuckled.
“Yeah. Is it possible to have pregnancy brain before you even get
pregnant?”
He laughed. “I
don’t think so. Is that a thing? Pregnancy brain?”
She sighed. “My
sister used that excuse a few times.”
“What does it
mean?”
“She’d forget
to call after saying she would. I got a package in the mail that was
meant for my brother and he got mine. Stupid little things like
that.”
He smirked. “Is
that what I have to look forward to?”
She stopped and
faced him. “You don’t have to go through any of that with me.
Consider it another advantage of not getting involved.”
He looked at the
night sky and blew out a long breath. The chilly evening created a
stream of fog, and she hoped his frustrations were on that cloud,
leaving his body. Eventually he started walking again.
“Where’s your
car?”
“In the
underground garage. I’ll be fine from here if you want to take
off.”
He didn’t answer.
He just kept walking toward the garage entrance, hands in his
pockets, eyes on the ground ahead of him.
When they reached
her car, she said. “I’m here,” and dug around in her purse for
her keys.
He waited beside
the dented door of her white minivan. After a few frantic moments,
she located her keys and pulled them out. “Whew!”
“Do you always
have a hard time finding your keys, or was that pre-pregnancy brain?”
She chuckled. “This
purse pretty much swallows everything I put in it.”
He frowned. “And
while you’re waiting for it to regurgitate your keys, you could be
attacked.”
She reared back and
stared at him. “This is Portsmouth, New Hampshire, not Boston. It’s
unlikely, but I suppose it could happen. If it makes you feel any
better, I took self-defense training.” From and old boyfriend who
probably wanted to manhandle me.
“Brigit. I’m
just looking out for you. I’d do the same for anyone.”
She smiled. “I
know. I’ll get one of those key chains I can clip to a flashlight
and keep it in the cell phone pocket. How’s that?”
“Better, but
where will you put your cell phone?”
She shrugged. “I’ll
figure that out later.”
“Fine.” He
sighed. “What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Why? Are you
going to take me purse shopping?”
He chuckled. “You
wish. Actually, I’m ready to make your other wish come true. The
moon will still be full, it’s a Friday—Freya’s day, and the
best day for fertility. I have something special planned, unless you
can’t make it…”
“Hell, no. If I
had plans, I’d cancel them.” She gazed at his soft, blue eyes and
felt hers tearing up. “Thank you,” she whispered.
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