Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Tug of Attraction (The Cupcake Coven Book 2) by Ashlyn Chase Excerpt

Tug of Attraction (The Cupcake Coven Book 2) by Ashlyn Chase

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?


“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.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for posting this.
    I just want to mention that book 1 The Cupcake Coven goes on sale today!


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