Thursday, July 14, 2011

New Release: Gypsy Curse

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Author: Kase J. Reed
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Fantasy/Suspense
Length: Novella, 35,993 Words, 113 Pages PDF
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence

Curses? Ian Grey doesn't believe in such superstitious nonsense until he loses an heirloom ruby and diamond necklace. With his bodyguard, Jordan O'Shea, he discovers that perhaps curses can be a good thing.

What happens when a blessing turns to a curse? After Ian Grey's father gambles away a ruby and diamond necklace, which happens to be his family's good luck charm, Ian believes it's only superstitious nonsense. But when his luck turns bad and people around him start dying, he begins to believe that he is indeed cursed.
Jordan O'Shea is Ian's personal bodyguard and has been since the death of her father. She has no clue she's part of this blessing gone to hell until she becomes involved with Ian's attempt to steal the necklace back. Being shot in the process wasn't what she was expecting, and when Ian refuses to tell her what's going on, they both become entangled in a web of ancient Celtic magic. Perhaps the curse is just what they both needed.


He needs you, a persistent voice echoed in Jordan's head. She opened her eyes, blinking to clear away the sleep. Waning light snuck in from the window, telling her she'd slept through the day. She rubbed her hands over her face, trying to expel the voice from her mind. What the hell is going on now?

Go to him. The voice whispered again.

Easing her legs over the edge of the bed, she sat up and glanced around the room, but there was no one there. Frowning, she stood and walked out into the hallway, having little regard of where she headed. For some strange reason, she allowed her instincts to guide her.

Her path led her outside Ian's room. The door stood open and she heard the sound of sliding drawers. She stepped through the doorway and leaned against the frame, watching him packing an overnight bag. "Going somewhere?"

Without looking up, he continued to drop items into the duffel. "I'm going to London to meet with some associates."

Her back stiffened and she took several steps toward him. She'd never been in his room before, and what she saw wasn't what she expected. The bed looked similar to the one she slept in, and not that of a playboy, who had as many women as he had pairs of socks, but that was beside the point. He was taking a trip–without her. "These associates…who are they?" Her heart began to beat faster. He's keeping secrets again. Damn him!

"What difference does it make?" He stopped and turned toward her. Although he still looked haggard, he'd showered and shaved.

"If Kieran knows them, you could be in danger." She pursed her lips.

His dark blond eyebrows folded into a scowl as he looked to the floor. Running his fingers through his hair, he gazed long and at hard at her before answering. "I'm not the one in danger. You are."

The finality in his tone puzzled her. "What do you mean?" It was her turn to frown.

"You're the only one that can open the safe for them. I'm going to get it back before they come after you."

He's not thinking this through, she worried. "Ian, these men could be working for Sylva. They could take you prisoner. What better way to make me come to them? They could also just kill you." Jesus, if that happened, I'd hunt every one of them down and… She paused, waiting for a response. He looked anywhere but at her. "Ian?"

He stood, resolute, and stuck out his chin. "I don't care. I'm going anyway. I'll get that safe back and everything will be fine." He moved into the bathroom, coming back with a handful of toiletries. The stubborn set of his jaw told her he'd get his way, but she had to try to talk him out of this recklessness. Help him. The haunting voice she'd heard earlier returned. What in the hell do you think I'm trying to do here? Damned annoying voice…shut the hell up!

She shook her head, pacing the length of the room. Her wounds were either healing or she was used to the pain, but she didn't hurt nearly as bad as the day before. "No, Ian. This is foolish. Wait for me to heal a little more, and while I do, we can figure out how to get it back, together."

"No! I won't do that. I will not endanger you again!"

His vehement outburst startled her, and she staggered back a step. "Why? I'm your bodyguard. It's my job." She stared in disbelief. What is he thinking? He knows this is idiocy.

"I…I…just can't." He went back to packing his carryall, jamming things into it with forceful shoves.

"There you go again. Not telling me anything. What is it this time?" She marched toward him and planted her hands on her hips.

He reached out and grabbed her arm. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he crushed his lips against hers. His kiss was insistent, almost violent and it stole her breath away. Pain shot through her from her wounds, but she ignored it, kissing back with an urgency she'd never felt.

Just as suddenly as it began, the moment ended. He stumbled back from her, his face crimson. "That's why," he said, panting.


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