Enchanted clothing has a mind of its own.
Restlessness plagued
Charlotte Becker. Unable to settle down, she moved from place to place
searching for an elusive something to calm her turbulent spirit. A sudden
invitation from her sister sends her across country to Lobster Cove, Maine.
Anchors abound by the sea, but surely nothing would keep her rooted in place in
a pokey resort town during the off-season.
Drawn into a consignment
shop named One Enchanted Evening, Charlotte is confronted by a mysterious
article of clothing requesting her help to stop a man in a wolf mask from
killing women. Charlotte agrees to protect the citizens of Lobster Cove and
find the hunter before an innocent is slain.
Luke Maddox’s hunting days
are over. Wounded in action, he left the Marines to return to Lobster Cove, the
only place to bring him peace as a child. Hiding his disability, he accepts
life will be nothing more than dull routine. Then he meets a singular young
woman wearing an unusual cloak. She tells an incredible story of a wolf that
walks on two legs.
And the hunt begins…
In One Enchanted Evening fantasy, humor, and romance are
wrapped up in the cheeky retelling of a fairy tale. You will never look at a
clothing from a consignment shop the same way again.
Excerpt:
The
woman’s gaze raked over Charlotte. Sharp brown eyes caught her in an unblinking
stare.
“Um,
hi,” said Charlotte, suddenly feeling as if she had walked out of her apartment
without pants. Unconsciously, she ran her hand down her sides, and was relieved
to touch denim.
“Oh?
A consignment shop?” chirped Annabel. “Perhaps we could look around. My sister
and I love vintage wear,” she added with her winning smile. Charlotte rolled
her eyes. Annabel never gave up easily. She’d have that woman arm-wrestling
over a price for the armoire before she could say interior designer discount.
“Your
life is complete, Mrs. Fisher,” said the shop owner pleasantly. “Nothing in
here would fit.” Amused, Charlotte for once noted Annabel at a complete
loss for words.
The
coins on the woman’s scarf jangled as her head swung toward her. Charlotte
swallowed hard as the pantsless feeling crept up her legs again. “You have
possibilities,” the woman said. “The path traveled can be diverted. Come back
when you’re ready to accept the consequences. I warn you, though; the first
step to fulfilling one’s destiny can be dangerous. Good day.” She shut the door
in their faces.
Annabel gawked at the
building. “Helluva way to
run a business. She’s not going to last long in Lobster Cove with
that attitude.” She slipped her arm into Charlotte’s. “Come on, I know a
fabulous little place
around the corner that sells dynamite shoes.”
As Charlotte allowed herself to be led away, she glanced back
over her shoulder. The curtains were still closed. The shop appeared as vacant
as before, but she
couldn’t shake the feeling that behind one of those obscured
windows stood a little old lady peering intently in her direction.
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