Lisa: April

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April

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QUOTE: All people think we do is dance, sing, and frolic in the water. I wish! If that was the case I would be having a lot more fun. ~ Lisa

HEROINE: Lisa Cannon
HERO: Jack Morgan

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Lisa: April (Mystic Zodiac Book 4)

BLURB:

A bet between Eros, the God of love & desire, and Chloe (Chlotho), the Fate of birth, leads to a year filled with match-making and passion.

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For three years Lisa Cannon has been at Jack Morgan’s every beck and call. As his executive personal assistant it’s in the job description, except she’s beginning to think she’s gone above and beyond the call of duty. She hasn’t had time off in so long she’s pretty sure her nymph side is dying a slow death inside. After arranging for a week away, she’s set to feed her nymph with every sexual fantasy that comes to mind. If they happen to all revolve around the man who keeps her tied to her desk, that’s all for the better.

Jack knows he shouldn’t do it but does anyway. He cancels his assistant’s vacation…again. He can’t stand the thought of her unleashing her nymph side on anyone but him. Over the past three years he’s slowly fallen in love with the petite beauty that keeps his personal and professional life running smoothly.

When Lisa goes on vacation anyway, Jack knows there’s only one thing to do. He needs to find a way into the Mystic-only club and claim the woman who has stolen his heart.

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NOTE: Mystic Zodiac is a 12 book series. It is NOT a serial. Each book ends in a happily ever after for the main couple. However, the prologue and epilogue of each story follows the Gods that kick off the series, Eros and Chlotho (aka Chloe). At the end of the series the bet between the two will come to a conclusion.


EXCERPT:

CHAPTER ONE
April 3rd, 8:05am
THE OFFICES OF MORGAN & POWERS DESIGN AND ARCHITECTURE

Lisa Cannon scooted her chair close to her desk and clicked open her email. A bubble of excitement welled in her chest, threatening to burst. She was expecting the confirmation for her week away at Satyr. The exclusive club Mystics of all types went to in order to indulge in their darker side. Or in her case, let her mystic side out. It had been far too long since she’d played with her more supernatural side.

Scrolling quickly through the ridiculous amount of emails, she skipped over requests for appointments and questions for her boss. Near the bottom of the second page, she found the subject line she’d been searching for: Satyr Thanks You. After double clicking, instead of confirming her week of luxury and decadence, there was a terse impersonal note confirming her cancellation and inviting her to use the pre-paid amount at another date.

Oh, hell no! The phone was in her hand, and she was dialing Paul before it even became a complete thought. Fury vibrated through her. Pulling out her bottle of water, she popped the top and took a sip as the phone rang in her ear. Three rings later, Paul picked up.

“Do you know what time it is?” he grumbled on the other end. It sounded like his face was still smashed into his pillow.

“Of course I know what time it is,” she snapped, unable to keep a civil tone. “I have a normal job unlike you. It’s five minutes past eight.”

“In the morning,” his voice rose in a squeak. Lisa heard a woman admonish him, then a man’s deep chuckle in the background. If Lisa knew Paul, and she did, he was back with Becks and Keith. They were an on again, off again threesome who thrived on chaos. But that drama wasn’t the reason she called.

“Yes, in the morning.“ Her good mood had been obliterated by the email. “What the hell is this email canceling my week’s stay? I’ve had it planned for two months now. You said everything was in place.”

“What email?” Sheets rustled in the background and the bed squeaked.

“Hey, don’t get up to any hanky-panky while I’m on the phone with you.”

Paul snorted. “I didn’t send an email.”

“Well, someone did. Do I need to stress again how much I need this time off? I haven’t let my nymph out in months. I’m pretty sure she’s becoming a shriveled up shrew stuck in me.”

“She’s not the only one,” he mumbled.

“What the hell did you just say?”

“Nothing. And, no, you don’t need to tell me again. You just said hanky-panky. No nymph worth her salt would ever use that phrase. Give me a second and I’ll ask Becks. She worked in the office last night and I’m guessing since you didn’t see it until this morning, it went out then.”

Lisa grabbed her water bottle again and took a huge drink. There was mumbling on the other end of the line, but nothing she could make out. Seconds later, Paul was back. “I’m sorry, Li. It looks like your boss called last night and cancelled your plans again. Becks said he paid the fee and insisted you be able to use the pre-paid amount some other time.”

The corner of Lisa’s right eye started twitching the longer Paul talked. He’s done it again. The bastard had gone behind her back and cancelled her plans. It was the fifth time so far that year. The water in her bottle started burbling uncontrollably in the container. In an automatic response, she held it off to the side, not wanting what was about to happen, to happen all over her desk. She was too fired up to stop the inevitable.


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