I’m thrilled to be able to have a dear friend of mine drop by today to share news about her new book, Lucky Charms. Louisa Bacio is a talented author and one of the nicest people you will ever meet. Be sure to grab a copy of Lucky Charms during the free download promotion!
After Cornelius’s family is jinxed, he suffers from the unluck of the Irish. Forced to spend every St. Patrick’s Day with green hair—and more—Cornelius must convince Jenna of his love when she’s unable to remember him.
Out for a good time and some green beer, Jenna sustains disbelief of not-so-little green leprechauns when she discovers Cornelius’s really big curse.
** Story originally appeared in Lucky Stars Boxset
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from March 16-18, 2016
About the Author:
A Southern California native, Louisa Bacio can’t imagine living far away from the ocean. The multi-published author of erotic romance enjoys writing within all realms – from short stories to full-length novels.
Bacio shares her household with a supportive husband, two daughters growing “too fast,” and a multitude pet craziness: Two dogs, five fish tanks, an aviary, hamsters, rabbits, guinea pigs and hermit crabs. In her other life, she teaches college classes in English, journalism and popular culture.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Lucky Charms:
She blew an obnoxious lock of red hair out of her face, only to have it slam back down, and tickle her nose. The other 364 days a year, it was all right to have naturally red hair and green eyes. On St. Patrick’s Day, this pseudo holiday of the Irish, it totally kicked ass. To celebrate, she’d slid into her tight green leather mini-skirt, and squeezed into a V-cut T with “Kiss Me I’m Irish” emblazoned across her chest. It might be the last year for the get-up, since everything was getting tighter, and thirty seemed a bit too old for the ensemble.
Someone saddled up to the bar next to her, and his warmth pressed against her arm. She turned to ogle his fine ass in tight, faded jeans, and the most awesome way his emerald green T-shirt pulled taut across his back.
“Whoops, sorry about that,” he said, smiling down at her.
His eyes crinkled in merriment, and she got lost in the magic swirl of colors – a rich base of green with flecks of gold.
“Sure you are,” she teased back, and then leaned into him for emphasis.
The bartender handed over a few schooners of Guinness, and Mr. Muscles handed one to her and slid another over to Mel.
Holding the glass up in a “cheers” toast, he said, “So, Red, are ye feeling lucky tonight?”
“I’m feeling like getting lucky,” she replied.
His eyes widened, and he clinked glasses with her. “I’ll drink to that.”
From the other side of her, Mel jabbed her in the ribcage. When she made eye contact, her friend raised her eyebrows, looking up. Jenna followed her gaze, taking in all that masculinity again, up to his shocking green hair.
Lord have mercy if the carpeting matched the drapes. She couldn’t help but sneak a glance at his package, and what a bulge he sported in jeans. The sight made her gag on the beer, and sputter.
She covered her mouth, and he handed her a napkin.
“Whoa there lassie. If there’s anything that’s going to make that pretty mouth of yours overflow, it better be me.”