Naughty Karma

He grimaced, turning back to the chili. “I’ve been a bad influence on you. Poor Karma. She used to be so virtuous.”

“Not too virtuous.”

“You’d tell me if your father was going to shoot first and ask questions later, wouldn’t you?”

“I thought you believed you were immortal?”

“Everyone’s immortal until they find the thing that kills them. That’s the adventure in life.”

She grinned. “You’re all the adventure I can handle.”

The elevator doors opened and his heart sped up as he turned to greet Karma’s family. Maybe they would love him. Maybe she was lying and they would hate him on sight. He didn’t know what the future held. All he knew was that he had a future for a change, and one way or the other, Karma was going to be in it. He was a ruthless, unscrupulous bastard and he was keeping the girl. The rest of the world would just have to adjust.

Karma called out a greeting and, as soon as her back was turned, Prometheus sent a jolt of adore-me- approve-of-me into the chili. Maybe they would have loved him without it, but when it came to Karma, he wasn’t taking any chances. He came forward as she hugged her mother and she caught his eye, rolling hers. He hadn’t expected to get the spell past her, her powers were too tapped in now, but she just smiled and shook her head as she introduced him to her parents.

She knew exactly what she was getting with him and she loved him anyway. Unconditional.

That was some strong ass magic.

About the Author

 An Alaskan born and raised, award-winning author Vivi Andrews still lives in the frozen north when she isn’t indulging her travel addiction by bouncing around the globe. Whether at home or on the road, she’s always at work on her next happily-ever-after. For more about her books or the exploits of a nomadic author, please visit her website at www.viviandrews.com, stop by her blog viviandrews.blogspot.com, or email [email protected].

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A Karmic Consultants Story

True love? For neuroscientist Dr. Mia Corregianni, it’s just an unproven hypothesis. But when she loses the heirloom watch her family believes is enchanted with a potent love spell, she fights superstition with superstition by hiring a psychic finder to track it down.

Chase Hunter is a human compass, homing in on whatever the seeker wants most—that is, when he isn’t surfing or actively avoiding anything resembling a real human attachment. Such has been his life since an accident took his family.

Unfortunately, Mia’s case isn’t a simple insta-Find. The catch? To disguise his real mission from her romance-crazy family, he has to pretend to be her boyfriend. He could deal with that if her complicated emotions weren’t blocking his abilities—or if her innermost desires weren’t walloping him upside the head every time he opens himself to his gift.

As the case wears on, their fake romance begins to feel all too real. Scary stuff for a man who’s reluctant to let himself live again. And a woman who doesn’t believe in magic…or love.

Warning: This book contains meddling grandmothers, magic watches, and a surfer with a body so hot it can teach any scientist the true meaning of chemistry.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Finder’s Keeper:

His chuckle was low and far too delicious in the dark. An invitation to things she had no place hungering for. “So, now that you have me in the pantry, what are you going to do with me?”

What indeed? Mia’s heart had been doing double time ever since Nonna shoved her in here. The inky blackness inside the pantry seemed to amplify all her other senses—and give her permission to indulge them. She could hear the rustle of his shirt, the slightest shift in his breathing. And, Lord almighty, he smelled amazing. Like summers at the beach with lowered inhibitions—not that she’d had any of those.

“I say we go with it,” Chase said, his body suddenly so close she could feel the warmth of him.

“Go with it,” she repeated, defensively trying to sound quelling and disdainful rather than like a trembling pile of hormonal mush.

She must have succeeded, because Chase made a low scoffing noise, the puff of breath stirring against her skin in the darkness. “Stop trying to plan everything, Mia. Sometimes you’ve gotta go with the moment. Have you ever done that? I bet you have a boyfriend checklist. Itemized and ranked.”

And color coded. Mia cringed, glad he couldn’t read on her face how right he was. So she liked to plan. And, yes, she knew what she required in a mate. Was that a crime?

Outside Marvin Gaye’s crooning segued from “Let’s Get It On” into “Sexual Healing”. Nonna was nothing if not subtle.

“This isn’t a moment. It’s a hostage situation,” she protested, but the words wavered as a calloused hand brushed across her throat and around to cup her nape.

“I say we pay the ransom,” he murmured, his voice so throaty and low…and close. The words practically touched her lips. And then his lips did.

The kiss was a jolt to her system. She’d heard of toes curling and always thought it was a metaphor, more for poets than scientists, but with the warm, gentle press of his mouth against hers, synapses she’d never known she had started firing and, sure enough, her toes curled in her impractical shoes.

Mia held herself still, observing the kiss more than participating in it. Until his tongue traced the seam of her lips and then slipped between them, and Mia remembered she was supposed to be kissing him back.

She flicked her tongue against his and leaned into his chest, fisting her hands on the lapels of his blazer and hanging on for dear life. As soon as she relaxed against him, Chase’s arms came around her and suddenly he was