The Midas Bride

Blurb

Once upon a time there was a modern woman who wasn’t looking for Prince Charming. Not anymore.

But there was indeed a prince who needed to find his princess bride or suffer the full effects of the curse brought down upon his family. He tossed a magic coin out into the world in hopes of finding his true soul mate—the one woman who could tame the beast inside his soul and halt the curse. And only her love could save him.

But will a greedy witch find her first and destroy the prince’s one chance at happiness?

Excerpt

Tira opened the phone book and looked for the listing of coin shops. She guessed she could make a trip in tomorrow if they were open.

She turned and reached down for her purse and pulled out the coin. When she reached in and grasped it with her fingers, that odd tingling spread through her and the coin still retained that weird warmth. It wasn’t like other coins; there really seemed something special about it. How odd. She closed her eyes and rubbed it rhythmically, pleasure rippling through her, the waves of desire becoming more insistent. Shuddering, she opened her eyes.

Peering down at it, she tried to make out the detail of the picture so she could describe it to the person at the coin shop. She forced her emotions under control. Something strange was happening to the coin and her heart pumped harder in her chest. The picture seemed to be changing. Earlier it had looked like the profile of a lion, but now—she could swear it had altered—because now it looked like the profile of a man with a thick head of hair and aquiline nose. Defined cheekbones, and an intent, predatory look to his expression. Something flared to life inside her, as though in recognition. Her hand gripped tighter on the coin and she gasped and stiffened as she came with the force of a tidal wave. Unable to stop herself, she reached down and gripped her mound as the orgasm gripped her. When it was over, she unfurled her fingers and tentatively focused, afraid of what she would see.

Tira caught her breath at the attractive countenance. He must be a king or ruler of some kind from a period of history long ago. He was certainly intriguing, and it made her curious about who he was. Her body hummed as she stared at the image. It was the oddest sense of being drawn like a magnet.

Dropping the coin onto the desk, she turned to the phone book and scanned down the listing of coin shops that specialized in antiquities. The sooner she got rid of the thing, the better off she would be. Her index finger halted as though on its own at one listing. Hewitt Coin Exchange.

She suddenly found herself dialing the number, glancing up at the clock. It was four o’clock, still a chance they might be open.

“Hewitt Coin Exchange” a male voice answered.

“Hello, I’ve found a coin and I’d like to see if I can find out a little more information about it.”