A Gypsy's Kiss

 Book #4

When Hawk suddenly finds himself stalked by a stranger, he seeks out the help of the rumored “campus gypsy” for help. Despite his vow to stay single and play as many college women as possible while the fun lasts, he can’t ignore his attraction to the lovely and spirited Breena. And she can’t get the hunky star hockey player out of her mind once a single touch of his hand reveals something utterly strange.


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When I reached the dark bedroom door, I smacked right into a wall of a guy just entering. His hands gripped my arms to help keep me from toppling backwards.

“Sorry, are you okay?” he asked.

I looked up into pools of peridot and smoke—the guy’s left eye was green and the right one was grey. A beautiful face housed those eyes, and I had trouble finding my voice. His full lips turned up in a half-smile, and I almost wanted to run my finger over them to see if they were as soft as they looked. I would never have had that thought before. Especially since it was a definite no-no. What was I thinking? I could never touch him. Never. It wasn’t every day that a gorgeous guy held on to me though. In fact, it had never happened before. And because it was happening now, it was almost as if I’d been struck stupid by the dumb-dumb fairy; all I could do was stare into his eyes, licking my lips as I did.

“Um … are you all right?” he inquired again.

I nodded. Finding my voice, I managed a squeaky, “Yes.” I wanted to stay and find out who this guy was, but I needed to go after Lea. “Excuse me, I have to go,” I said, turning to run after her.

“Wait. Are you the girl who reads cards?”

I stopped in my tracks and turned back to him. “Yes,” I said, glancing back down the dark hallway just as Lea turned the corner. I briefly wondered if she would leave or stay at the party a little longer so I could talk to her again. My inner guardian angels tugged and pulled, torn between consoling Lea and staying to talk to Mister Green and Grey Eyes. The eyes won. “I do read, for a fee,” I added. Though I probably would have read his cards for free just to find out more about him.




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