It seems he and Carmen are at
each other’s throats one minute—
and on each other’s lips the
next. Someone’s gotta give . . .
Lucky Charmed
Charmed in Texas, #2
Charmed in Texas, #2
by Sharla Lovelace
Releasing July 18th 2017
Lyrical Shine
Lyrical Shine
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of LUCKY CHARMED (Charmed in Texas, #2) . . . Small-town life comes with its own set of problems. As we all know gossip, drama, embarrassment, angst, drama, and a bit more of drama can be overwhelming for the small-town and one Carmen Frost. The town is known for its honey. Carmen herself hates honey, bees, and the memories of Charmed, TX. She maybe a single lady now and a lawyer, but she did not see herself as being desperate. The one temptation that she had has not been a fixture in Chamred in years. That was until the day she looked up to see a pair of eyes she would never, ever forget, Sully Hart.
Sully
was back in town and he wanted to make it home. Stay, drop roots, make a
stable, steady life, grow old. The one dream that he let himself have was that
he would see her, Carmen, again. Their chemistry off the charts. They still
have that fire. The emotions that go along with this intensity was palpable.
The words on the page allowed for me to feel the consuming fire and heat
between Sully and Carmen.
This for
me was another home run hit. Charmed TX invites you in. Helps you pour that
cold drink of lemonade with honey. Provides with the angst that revolves around
a relationship cut short and on the mend. There was a rich blend of all that
could make you feel the slightest change or shift in Sully and Carmen’s tenuous
second change. The angst, drama, chemistry, pain, heartache, emotional upheaval
and various emotions.
Great
afternoon read or better on a rainy day with a cup of tea with lots of honey.
Charmed in Texas series:
A
Charmed Little Lie – Charmed in Texas,
#1
Lucky
Charmed – Charmed in Texas, #2
Once a
Charmer – Charmed in Texas, #3
Blurb
Carmen Frost hates honey. And bees. And in her hometown of Charmed, Texas, which practically invented the stuff, that’s a problem. The good news is that the summer Honey Festival is finally over. Even better, so is the annual Lucky Hart carnival, a road show that made off with her dreams years ago—including the boy she loved. Now she’s got a divorce behind her, and a successful law career in front of her, but in a tiny town, big memories die hard. Or they don’t die at all—as Carmen discovers when she runs into an all too familiar pair of eyes—older, wiser, and just as heart-melting as ever . . .
Carmen Frost hates honey. And bees. And in her hometown of Charmed, Texas, which practically invented the stuff, that’s a problem. The good news is that the summer Honey Festival is finally over. Even better, so is the annual Lucky Hart carnival, a road show that made off with her dreams years ago—including the boy she loved. Now she’s got a divorce behind her, and a successful law career in front of her, but in a tiny town, big memories die hard. Or they don’t die at all—as Carmen discovers when she runs into an all too familiar pair of eyes—older, wiser, and just as heart-melting as ever . . .
Sully
Hart has had enough of the nomad lifestyle. Travelling with his father’s
carnival gave him adventures, but it cost him much more. Now he’s home to stay,
contracted to create an entertainment complex in Charmed. He wants roots, a
house with a yard and all the mundane pleasures that go with it. But the girl
he loved has become a woman who still wants freedom. Can she still want him? It
seems he and Carmen are at each other’s throats one minute—and on each other’s
lips the next. Someone’s gotta give . . .
Lanie and Nick were coming home from their honeymoon and I was
thankful in about a billion ways. Namely, that a relatively sane person I
trusted could look me in the eye and remind me with all the prior knowledge
needed that I was a grown independent woman with no logical reason to need
anything from Sully Hart. Answers, mouth-to-mouth, monkey sex in a
cave…Answers.
None of it.
Not that any of those things were on my mind the last two days
since crawling in the dirt (I hadn’t been back yet) and the day before that’s
one-on-one outside City Hall. At all. Or that I’d been obsessing over every
word, every look, every inch he’d closed between us, or the way his hand had automatically
closed over mine one day and had to touch me the next. Or that I was thinking
of him or Kia—or him and Kia—or any of it while I drove home from the
last minute trip to the vet’s office for Ralph’s food (I promise, he didn’t
starve), fully aware that Maple Street was just four measly little blocks off
of Main.
Because I was an adult. A responsible, un-flaky adult. Turning her
blinker on. Driving down 8th Avenue. To Maple.
I shook my head all the way down the road, unable to believe what
I was doing. This was the kind of thing I fussed at clients for doing.
Obsessing over their ex’es. I wasn’t obsessing. I was just curious. Curious
over what could make someone so untethered and beautifully free want to fence
themselves in. Yep, that was all.
I didn’t have long to find out. I turned left on Maple toward the
five-hundred block and felt my palms start to sweat. My pulse start to race.
And somehow I knew it was the one with the big black Chevy before I even saw
the number. The Chevy I’d parked next to at City Hall the other day. Of course
I had.
The house itself was ordinary. Brick and wood, one story, kind of
non-descript with no real landscaping. Looked like some flower beds might be
marked off for the future with stakes, but that was about it. I rolled past it
slowly, my mouth going dry like a teenager on a stalking mission.
“This is crazy,” I muttered.
And then he walked around the side of his house and I hunched over
and gunned it at the same time, parking around the corner but still in view.
“How pathetic am I?” I whispered.
My phone screamed through the speakers and I yelped and then
clapped a hand over my mouth as I hit the button.
“Hello?” I whispered.
There he was. In a tight ratty tank top with holes and old jeans,
a baseball cap turned backward on his head, the muscles in his arms rippling as
he drove a shovel into the ground. Now that
was how to sink a shovel. Sweet Jesus.
“Hey, we’re at the airport,” Lanie said. I could hear Nick
muttering something in the background. “So we should be home in a couple of
hours. Well, after they find our other suitcase, anyway.”
“Awesome,” I hissed, watching Sully turn over dirt, one shovelful
after another. “Drive safe.”
“Awesome?” she said. “They lost our suitcase.”
“Oh, sorry,” I said. “Hope they find it quickly.”
“Why are you whispering?” Lanie whispered.
And breathing fast. Whispering and breathing fast. Because I’m
hiding around the corner from Sully Hart’s house,
of all things, watching him play in the dirt and get sweaty.
Completely logical.
“Um, I’m in a building,” I said, just as a truck pulling a squeaky
trailer drove around me.
“You sound like you’re outside.”
“Okay, we have things to talk about when you get home,” I said.
“So plan on some ice cream on the couch girl time tonight after you get unpacked.
Nick and Ralph can go bond somewhere.”
Lanie laughed. “I’ll let him know. See you soon. And Carmen?”
“Yeah?”
“No Sully.”
See? That’s what I needed. But in person, with a leash or a stun
gun. Or a box of imported chocolate. I dropped the phone in my lap and watched
as my tattoo—his tattoo—moved with
him. He had more of them now, but the one on his left bicep that matched the
tiny one inside my left breast tugged at me. An infinity sign.
I love
you, Carmen. Forever.
It was supposed to signify that. Something we’d done together the
day before he left me—forever. Well, I guess it was significant after all.
The old pain stabbed through me like it was coming straight from
that fifteen-year-old ink, and I welcomed it. Yes, remember that.
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Sharla
Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy
small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to
say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a tricked-out golf
cart, and two crazy dogs. She is the author of five stand-alone novels
including the bestselling Don’t Let Go, the exciting Heart Of The
Storm series, and the fun and sexy new Charmed in Texas series. For more about
Sharla's books, visit her website, and keep up with all
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