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Roxanne D. Howard
Roxanne D. Howard
Genre:
NA Contemporary Romance, Modern Day Fairy Tale, Romantic Comedy
NA Contemporary Romance, Modern Day Fairy Tale, Romantic Comedy
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Date: July 10th, 2018
Date: July 10th, 2018
Molly
Ivers thinks she is falling for the opposite of Prince Charming, and
she knows she should give him up, but, oh, the temptation.
Ivers thinks she is falling for the opposite of Prince Charming, and
she knows she should give him up, but, oh, the temptation.
WHEN
YOU WISH UPON A STAR
YOU WISH UPON A STAR
MollyIvers thought she found Prince Charming, complete with a devilishly
sexy accent, and six months ago she gave into their undeniable
attraction. But the swarm of ever-present groupies was so not part of
the fairy tale. As much as it hurt her heart, she shut out rocker
Evan Castle.
sexy accent, and six months ago she gave into their undeniable
attraction. But the swarm of ever-present groupies was so not part of
the fairy tale. As much as it hurt her heart, she shut out rocker
Evan Castle.
Now,
on the verge of finishing her graduate degree and moving to Paris—she
even hires a French life coach—Molly begins to realize Evan, who
hasn’t given up on her, might be the man of her dreams after all.
on the verge of finishing her graduate degree and moving to Paris—she
even hires a French life coach—Molly begins to realize Evan, who
hasn’t given up on her, might be the man of her dreams after all.
Roxanne
D. Howard writes sizzling erotic romance with Boroughs Publishing
Group and The Wild Rose Press. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and a
Columbia College alumni. She loves to read poetry, classical
literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan,
musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in thewestern U.S., and when she’s not writing, she enjoys spending quality
time with her husband, children, and furry companions. Roxanne loves
to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her
website and social media.
D. Howard writes sizzling erotic romance with Boroughs Publishing
Group and The Wild Rose Press. She is a U.S. Army veteran, and a
Columbia College alumni. She loves to read poetry, classical
literature, and Stephen King. Also, she is an avid Star Wars fan,
musical theater nut, and marine biology geek. Roxanne resides in thewestern U.S., and when she’s not writing, she enjoys spending quality
time with her husband, children, and furry companions. Roxanne loves
to hear from her readers, and encourages you to contact her via her
website and social media.
Molly laughed while she told her what had happened last night, though at the moment, she
wasn’t sure it was a joke. She sighed and left the computer to go make scrambled eggs. Nell
followed her to the kitchen. “So, should I call you ‘Number One’ now?” She could never keep a
straight face with Nell. Molly speared a peach slice with a fork and nibbled the end of it.
Sweetness filled her mouth. “‘Make it so.’ No, nerd. He seems pretty cool. I mean, if I check it
out, this may turn out to be a positive change. At the least, he’ll get me in shape for Paris. His
bio says he’s from Giverny, and he’s a retired civil-rights attorney. His website says that when
he retired, he decided to change his objective to improving people’s lives, which is why he’s a
life coach. Pretty impressive.” “So, you’re going through with it?” “Going through with what?”
They both looked into the living room, where a bemused Evan stood half naked and barefoot in
a pair of black pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it
from dropping to the floor. Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on her.
He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked
open. I came to borrow milk.” “Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at least text. I’m in my panties.”
Nell smacked him on the arm and tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her
bedroom. “Sorry,” he said, but he seemed distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to
her lips. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar
at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes. She turned away
to open the fridge to get the milk. It wasn’t uncommon for them to borrow food from one another,
and he always watched out for them. He had a comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used
to. She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and
cut off at mid-thigh, and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise,
why did they have to harden every time he came near her? She pushed hair out of her face and
poured the milk into his empty half gallon. “Help yourself to the fruit in the bowl there. Nell had
leftovers. How much milk do you want?” “Enough for a bowl of cereal, please. I’ll get some at
the store later.” His voice only dropped that low and husky during sex. She stopped after she
poured enough milk, then gave him extra. Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer. He
took out a fork, inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice, and brought it to his lips. “Forbidden
fruit, hmm?” He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank
his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew
what he was doing.
wasn’t sure it was a joke. She sighed and left the computer to go make scrambled eggs. Nell
followed her to the kitchen. “So, should I call you ‘Number One’ now?” She could never keep a
straight face with Nell. Molly speared a peach slice with a fork and nibbled the end of it.
Sweetness filled her mouth. “‘Make it so.’ No, nerd. He seems pretty cool. I mean, if I check it
out, this may turn out to be a positive change. At the least, he’ll get me in shape for Paris. His
bio says he’s from Giverny, and he’s a retired civil-rights attorney. His website says that when
he retired, he decided to change his objective to improving people’s lives, which is why he’s a
life coach. Pretty impressive.” “So, you’re going through with it?” “Going through with what?”
They both looked into the living room, where a bemused Evan stood half naked and barefoot in
a pair of black pajama bottoms. Molly licked nectar off the peach on the end of her fork to save it
from dropping to the floor. Evan’s jaw tightened, and his eyes gleamed as he zeroed in on her.
He cleared his throat and lifted an empty half gallon of milk. “Sorry, you left the door cracked
open. I came to borrow milk.” “Jesus, Evan! Knock next time, or at least text. I’m in my panties.”
Nell smacked him on the arm and tugged down her nightshirt as she ran past him into her
bedroom. “Sorry,” he said, but he seemed distracted as he strode toward Molly, eyes glued to
her lips. She sucked the rest of her peach slice into her mouth and wiped at a little of the nectar
at the corner of her lips. Her cheeks blazed at the hungry longing in his eyes. She turned away
to open the fridge to get the milk. It wasn’t uncommon for them to borrow food from one another,
and he always watched out for them. He had a comforting, protective nature she’d gotten used
to. She grew painfully aware of her night shorts, which had a tendency to ride up her butt and
cut off at mid-thigh, and her thin white tank top. Could he see her nipples? And jeez, Louise,
why did they have to harden every time he came near her? She pushed hair out of her face and
poured the milk into his empty half gallon. “Help yourself to the fruit in the bowl there. Nell had
leftovers. How much milk do you want?” “Enough for a bowl of cereal, please. I’ll get some at
the store later.” His voice only dropped that low and husky during sex. She stopped after she
poured enough milk, then gave him extra. Evan reached over her to open a nearby drawer. He
took out a fork, inserted it into the flesh of a peach slice, and brought it to his lips. “Forbidden
fruit, hmm?” He teased the fruit around his lips with a wicked smirk. He winked at her and sank
his teeth into half the peach as he watched her, licking it. Her mouth went dry. Oh, he knew
what he was doing.
