Jack
Summon a Bad Boy, Book 2
Contemporary, Paranormal, MF Erotic Romance
From Changeling Press
Novella
I call on the fates to
bring my love to me. As I will it, so mote it be…
What if those simple words plus a name on a scroll could
guarantee true love? The moment Mandy meets Jack, she knows he’s the one. Tall,
dark, handsome and those tattoos… He’s quiet, smart and brooding, too. She
wants to run her hands all over his body and taste his kiss. What’s a girl to
do? Turn to the Summon a Bad Boy spell and take a cooking class with him?
Mix a bad boy with some magic and have faith. Anything’s
possible, and Mandy won’t stop until she gets her man.
Available from Changeling Press:
https://www.changelingpress.com/jack-summon-a-bad-boy-2-b-3343
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09W33JTY6
https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/jack-178
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Excerpt:
©2022, Megan Slayer, All Rights Reserved
The karaoke singing stopped and a song played on the speakers.
She bobbed her head. “I like this band. They’ve got a way of hitting the
groove, while keeping the feel of the song hard and getting the feel of the
lyrics across.”
His eyes sparkled and he nodded slightly. “I like them.”
“Dale Krieger and Scotty Norman wrote this song.” She prided
herself on knowing the lyrics and writers.
“I didn’t know that.” He leaned on the wall. “I’m impressed.”
“Yeah?” She dragged over a stool and sat beside him. “I listen
to them and whatever’s on the radio at work. I work at the Craig’s store,” she
said and took a breath. “I guess I like the band because they really seem to
get me. They don’t know me, obviously, but it’s like they’re singing my life.
They understand how sometimes I feel invisible. I know I’m not a bad person or
a lousy girlfriend, but I never feel good enough.”
This time he didn’t reply. He’d probably heard plenty from other
people while at the bar, and she annoyed him. She had to. How many times had
Sarah told her to be quiet?
“I know I talk too much. I don’t do well with silence, and I
hate sitting still,” she said. “I’m annoying you, aren’t I? I get that a lot.”
She fidgeted with her ring. “I got this one from my grandmother. It’s not worth
anything, but I love it because it reminds me of her.”
“It’s nice.”
At least she’d gotten him to talk. “I like your tattoo.” She
touched his hand. “That’s neat. Did it hurt to have the top of your hand
inked?” She’d think it would. “I don’t mind needles, but I hate pain. Where did
you get them done?”
“Tattoo You.”
“My friend Karey’s boyfriend owns that shop.” She nodded. “I’ve
only been there once. It seems nice.” She wasn’t sure what to expect from a
tattoo shop, but his seemed decent enough.
“Kurt?”
“No, Jimmy. I like him. He treats Karey well and is polite.” She
nodded. “I met Kurt once. He left when I showed up.”
“He’s private.”
She stared at him again. “So are you.” She held out her hand.
“My name is Mandy.”
He dipped his head once and shook hands with her. “Jack.”
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