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Psychic Seasons, Tome 2: Bells On Her Toes



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Gustavia Roman is not having it.

After helping her best friend, Julie, to solve an old family mystery, Gustavia has put herself in the line of fire. Literally. Julie’s crazy ex is on the warpath, and his sights are set on Gustavia. Between dealing with him and her own turbulent family relationships, Gustavia can’t afford to be distracted by things like love.

And yet, fed up with dating her fair share of frogs, she goes ahead and asks the universe to send her a love interest. She isn’t too pleased when her psychic adviser insists she has already met her soul mate. If that was the case – why hadn’t he made himself known?

Finn Kent is no prince, just an ordinary guy who wants to protect his daughter from another devastating loss. Which means no more dating. Determined to be a martyr to protect his daughter, Kent steadfastly does his best to ignore his growing attraction for Gustavia who is on a collision course with danger.

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Chapter One

One year ago

And they lived happily ever after.

Okay, so maybe what the author actually said was that the couple happily climbed into bed together, but Gustavia Roman knew the happily ever after was implied. Or was it inferred? She sometimes got those two words mixed up.

Picking up her cup of herbal tea, she inhaled its minty, green scent then savored a mouthful before turning off her E-reader.

It’s funny, she thought, how the bad guys from fairy tales have been replaced by the mundane trials of life in contemporary stories. Death, finances and ego have all ousted the evil queen. At least the prince was still handsome and sometimes even charming.

Hopefully her prince would come along soon. Honestly, he didn’t have to be a prince; she could be just as happy with a frog as long as he had certain attributes. He had to be fun, stable, articulate, good with kids and, hey, there was nothing wrong with wishing for a guy with a great body. Oh, and he had to be willing to dance. Gustavia loved to dance. He didn’t even have to be good at it, just so long as he got out there and moved around a little.

In order to put her desire out into the universe, Gustavia selected a nice white pillar candle and selecting the fingernail cleaning utensil from her manicure kit, carved her frog prince’s description into it. Then, she lit the candle to send her wish wafting into the ether. Trusting that she had done her part to set the gears in motion she continued on with her morning routine.

Pulling on a pair of yoga pants and a loose, cotton tee that said, Cereal Killer across the front, she stepped into the peaceful oasis of her backyard garden. Sunflowers lined the fenced in border of her property, towering over plantings of vibrantly colored lilies, larkspur and Iris. Two mature trees, an oak and a maple, cast dappled pools of shade for those plants that like to keep their feet cool in the summer.

In addition to floral plantings, she’d added beds of vegetables and herbs, enough to fill her table with good things to eat.

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