“Only the chosen ones or their mates will see the magic in the Globe.”
Caught in a downpour, Gabriella Bell enters a trendy little shop and discovers a crystal ball. Drawn by a force she doesn’t understand she buys the crystal, unaware she is purchasing stolen property that belongs to the aunt of a premiere cat burglar known to polite society as Christopher Saint and to the underworld as The Tiger.
She soon learns that not only does the handsome, hard-eyed stranger want the mysterious globe but so does a beautiful ruthless jewel thief who will stop at nothing, including murder, to possess Christopher and the crystal ball…and Gabriella is standing in her way. Gabriella discovers the road to true love isn’t just rocky, it’s downright dangerous.
Targeted Age Group:: 18-80
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I've always found crystal balls fascinating, especially the idea of finding your true love in one. I had a 'what if' moment. What if someone really did see their true love in a crystal ball.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I wanted a bad boy with a good heart.
And I love gutsy heroines.
The wind keened and rain blew down in liquid sheets. Gabriella Bell clapped her hands over her ears and blinked as thunder boomed and lightning lit the sky.
She had forgotten her umbrella, again. Head down, she turned the corner and ran full tilt into the arms of a stranger.
“I’m sorry,” Gabby mumbled into an expensive, camel-colored raincoat, her nose pressed against a hard chest.
Long arms wrap around her, steadying her. For a moment the clean smell of rain mingled with the scent of expensive aftershave and crisp cotton, before the man gripped Gabby’s upper arms and thrust her away, holding her at arm’s length.
Icy green eyes, colder than the wind stinging her skin, stared into her own. His rain-darkened hair was drawn back in a ponytail and beads of water glistened on his coat.
“May I suggest you watch where you’re going?” The stranger stared down his nose at her, his voice brusque, his manner arrogant. Letting her go, he walked away.
She stared after him, as he wove through the throng of pedestrians with the lithe grace of a cat. Still feeling the heat of his hands, she rubbed her forearms as she watched him disappear into a sea of umbrellas.
Determined to forget the whole unsettling encounter, she wiped the rain from her eyes and made a dash for a small store, with a purple awning, a few yards away.
Reaching the awning, she pressed past a couple standing under it and stepped inside.
Her sandals squished and puddles formed at her feet. She’d stepped into one of the popular little novelty shops that lined Main Street. Crystals glittered and winked. Pewter moons hung from the ceiling on silver chains.
Bags of dried plants and herbs lined one wall. She picked up a little plastic bag and sniffed…lavender. She put it back and glanced at the jewelry counter. Stars and pentagrams gleamed against black velvet.
Starting toward the counter to get a closer look at the jewelry, she paused as she caught a glint of color out of the corner of her eye. Shifting, she craned her neck to see, but the tinted shimmer disappeared. Curious, she walked in the direction the flash of green came from.
A row of black capes blocked her view. She pushed them aside and stared into the shadowy corner. Hidden in the gloom, was a sea-green crystal ball. It stood in solitary splendor on an antique claw-footed stand.
She took a step forward and ran her index finger along its smooth surface, the globe toasty warm against her damp skin.
Drawn, she splayed her fingers until her palms nestled around it. A delicious wave of heat ran through her, like sitting in front of a crackling fire on a cold winter day.
Ecstasy coursed through her body.
Transfixed, she watched glowing green change to blue, its hues dancing and sparking like moonbeams on the water.
The crystal pulsed beneath her hand.
By degrees, the feeling of warmth disappeared and fear crept in. Her breath hitched as the color in the crystal fell away and a face formed. Its blurred outline moved back and forth, wraithlike and then sprang into sharp focus.
The blood drained from her face, as her nerveless fingers dropped from the ball. The face in the globe belonged to the hard-eyed stranger she’d bumped into outside the shop only moments before.
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