Reluctant Godmother #2: Sneak Peek!
I am SO EXCITED to have something new worth sharing. I’ve been sick and dealing with a lot of personal stuff this year, so having a scene I like that makes me like this book is a really big deal. SO EXCITED!
I hope you enjoy this little sneak peek at what Tessa is up to in Book 2. 😀 😀 😀
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Nothing about Lucian Rosenau suggested he would find it difficult to deal with a peeping tom.
Lucian pulled a sleek wand from a pocket on the side of his suit pants. The handle was silver, the wand long and dark and polished to gleaming. Several jokes sprang to mind, and I immediately cursed Mueller silently for paving the road to the gutter so well. He pushed inside the room, motioning for me to stay at the door. He didn’t even bother with the doorknob to the bathroom; he simply flicked his wand and the door sprang open with a crash as it hit the wall behind it.
I expected to hear “Expelliarmus!” I was disappointed.
Lucian stepped inside the bathroom and returned a moment later. “Empty.”
Disbelieving, I frowned and squeezed around him to investigate, throwing back the shower curtain and testing the lock on the small window. “I’m not crazy,” I said, as much for my own benefit as his.
“Anything is possible in the land of magic, Miss Hargitay,” Lucian said. “Just because it’s empty now does not mean it was empty two seconds before I walked in. You need…” He waved his wand in a graceful arc, producing a jewel-tone rainbow that expanded to the edges of the whole hotel room. “It’s a simple protection spell.” His tone was deeply disapproving.
“I-I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I don’t know how to use magic…” It wasn’t a lie. I had done a lot with it already – even saved Denver from Ms. Zent’s sleeping curse, in a way – but I didn’t actually know a thing about using it.
“It isn’t your fault.” He smiled at me reassuringly, causing my breath to hitch in my throat. “Mallora should have taught it to you.”
An alarm blared inside me. The last thing I wanted was for Lucian to accuse my boss of failing to do her job. No doubt that would end in me no longer having one of the latter. “Oh, I’ve only been her assistant for about two days. This is really my first job-related activity.”
His dark eyes warmed. “Trial by fire. That is her style.” He ran his hand down my arm reassuringly. Speaking of fire… “You’re all right? No one will be able to get in here without your invitation now.”
I swallowed hard, and not out of fear. “Thank you. A-and I am.” I smiled.
“Good.”
We lingered in the doorway, my heart beating hard in my chest, for several long, breathless seconds. Then, at the same time, I said, “I should find my shoes,” and he said, “Well, I will see you at the presentation.” We laughed softly together.
He moved to the main door. I took a little hop toward him and said, “Thank you.”
“For what? Walking in the door of a lovely young woman’s hotel room? My pleasure.” The heat of his gaze curled up in my lower belly like a purring cat.
I cleared my throat. “For being in the right place at the right time.”
“Still my pleasure.” He smiled that Cary Grant-Rock Hudson-Clark Gable smile at me again, then nodded. “See you at the Lodge.”
I stood staring at the door after he left. Until a small, tinny voice drew my attention to the phone still clutched in my hand. “Mueller?” I said into it. “You’re still there?”
“Do yourself a favor,” he said without preamble. “This time, screw the guy.”
“I have a presentation to get to,” I said, pulling out my suitcase to find the comfortable loafers I had intended to wear.
“Yeah you do,” he smarmed.
“Call you later.”
“Not if he calls you first.”
“Shut up, Mueller.”
We hung up. I applied a couple strategic Band-aids and pulled on the loafers. Still new, still likely to give me blisters, but they didn’t make me want to chop off my feet. That was a significant improvement.
I was sorting through my messenger bag, ensuring I had everything I might need for the presentation and anything that came after it, when I heard a clank in the bathroom.
I looked up to find a man staring at me through the open bathroom door.
Posted on September 1, 2017, in Sneak Peek, Uncategorized and tagged Reluctant Godmother. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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Sorry it’s taken me so long to read this. What the heck? No fair weird guy coming back to bathroom after protection spell was in place. 😛 Unless he was already there, like, as a cockroach hidden in the toilet or something. eeewww! He could’ve been a spider hidden in the bowl or under the lid! Yeah, these thoughts bother me when I wake up in the middle of the night and have to use the toilet. Now they’ll bother you too. Misery loves company! You can’t see it but I’m snickering right now. :>
I like this excerpt. It’s interesting and the wordy is fun. I really want to know about Lucian and the hidden Bathroom Bugman now. Yeah, I know he’s not a bug, but the idea of a hidden spider in the toilet is kind of ruling my brain right now.
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I don’t think I ever saw this comment. How in the world that happened, I have no idea.
Ha! I no longer fear bathroom bugs after 1. going in the middle of the night and feeling like I was being watched while sitting there…only to discover a cockroach sitting next to me on the sink; and 2. living in California in a garage-conversion apartment that, uh…well, let’s just say the bathroom was breezier than it should have been. So many bugs.
Glad you liked the excerpt (that you probably no longer remember now…)!
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