GROUNDED

On the surface, Gillian Stone has it all: wealth, beauty, and the freedom to come and go as she pleases…at least from sunset to dawn. From dawn to dusk, she’s grounded in several hundred pounds of marble. If that’s not bad enough, her life expectancy is preordained to be short …unless she can find a certain genie and reverse the wish spell.

Excerpt:

I left the bedroom, walked down the
long open hallway then went clattering down the stairs.
I stiffened my legs and skidded to a halt three steps
from the bottom. A tall lean man faced the door. His
worn jeans cupped a compact butt. A long sleeved navy T
stretched across his shoulders. Hearing me, he turned.
Wow. For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Tousled
blue-black hair accentuated a thin face with a nose just
crooked enough to keep him from being too handsome.
Skin stretched tight across high cheekbones. I couldn’t
tell much about the mouth. The lips were in a thin straight
line.
Every inch of that lean body radiated attitude.
“I’m Gillian Stone.” I came down the rest of the
stairs and held out my hand.
He took it.
I felt a jolt run up my arm and jumpstart my heart.
“Darth Hunter.” He dropped my hand before he’d
barely wrapped his fingers around it. I wonder if he’d felt
it too.
He smelled like fresh air and tart limes. I wanted to
curl up against him and sniff, but I was pretty sure that
wouldn’t be appreciated. So instead I asked the first thing
that popped into my head, right after ‘are you in a serious
relationship’, “How old are you Darth Hunter?”
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