Rose Quartz: CAPA NomineeIsabella Tremaine's credo is always look your best even when you're running from the bad guys.
This modern Southern Belle has an ancient secret. Bella, as Isabella is known to her friends, is the possessor of a primeval amulet empowered by the gods with creativity and beauty, and this spunky blonde has an abundance of both.
Unfortunately a madman has discovered Bella's secret and is determined to gain possession of the amulet, even if he must kill her to do so. It will take every wile in Bella's formidable arsenal of tricks to outwit the megalomaniac who is after her.
At the same time the madman is trying to steal her amulet, a ranch hand is trying to steal her heart. Bella is determined to not only stay alive but to keep her size five stilettos foot loose and fancy free. Who will prove the greater danger? The madman who wants her amulet or the ranch hand who wants her heart?
Excerpt from Rose Quartz, Second in the Amulet Series
On instinct she walked into the den.
Hank was leaning over the desk, holding a piece of paper and punching in numbers with repressed fury. The expression on his face made her take a step backward. He spoke into the phone. “Morelly, pick up this phone, you son of a bitch. You listen and you listen good. If I find out you’re behind this last attempt on Bella, I’m coming after you. I will rip out your heart and stuff it down your throat. You’ve had your last warning from me.” He slammed down the phone with enough force to make Bella cringe. Pivoting on his heels, he spied her standing in the doorway.
She steadied herself and strolled into the room. “It takes a very brave man or a fool to threaten Morelly, sugar.” His expressionless mask was firmly back in place.
“And which do you think I am?”
“I’m still trying to figure that out.” You are my hero. You brave, foolish man.
His jaw set, he ground his teeth and fury radiated like lightning from his tense body. “Let me help you figure it out.” In two strides he was beside her. He yanked her to him.
For one helpless moment she stared into his stormy gray eyes then she lost touch with reason as his lips crashed down and claimed hers. She bobbled like a small craft on an angry sea with gigantic waves threatening to engulf her. She could taste fear and fury on his lips and above all desire. Her body molded against him. A perfect fit as she’d known it would be. Yes, yes, her mind sang. This is where I belong. You’re who I’ve been waiting for my entire life.
