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Enchanted
clothing has a mind of its own.
Restlessness
plagued Charlotte Becker. Unable to settle down, she moved from place to place
searching for an elusive something to calm her turbulent spirit. A sudden
invitation sends her across country to Lobster Cove, Maine. Anchors abound by
the sea, but surely nothing would keep her rooted in place in a pokey resort
town during the off-season.
Drawn
into a consignment shop named One Enchanted Evening, Charlotte is confronted by
a mysterious article of clothing requesting her help to stop a man in a wolf
mask from killing women. Charlotte agrees to protect the citizens of Lobster
Cove and find the hunter before an innocent is slain.
Luke
Maddox’s hunting days are over. Wounded in action, he left the Marines to
return to Lobster Cove. Hiding
his disability, he accepts life will be nothing more than dull routine. Then he
meets a singular young woman wearing an unusual cloak. She tells an incredible
story of a wolf that walks on two legs.
And
the hunt begins…
In
One Enchanted Evening fantasy, humor, and romance are wrapped up in the cheeky
retelling of a fairy tale. You will never look at a clothing from a consignment
shop the same way again.
Except:
Swallowing back her unease,
Charlotte rolled up the window and got out. Except for her car, Main Street was
empty. She pushed through the scrubby overgrown yard. Clearly illuminated on
the door was the By Appointment Only sign. Somebody must be inside and she
wasn’t going anywhere without a tow truck. Butterflies fluttered about her
stomach as she scampered up the steps and knocked on the door.
“Excuse me,” she called out. “I
don’t have an appointment, but my car and phone died and I need a tow—”
The door swung open. Charlotte drew
in a breath and set a hesitant foot over the threshold. The interior lights
activated, sending her heart pounding.
“Nothing to worry about,” she muttered.
“Motion sensors or something. Hello?” she called louder. “Anyone home?”
Charlotte stepped inside. With the
interior illuminated, more than a few armoires were visible. The old front
parlor was crammed with trunks and bureaus. Battered chests stacked on top of
each other lined the walls. Had all this stuff been here before? The size of
the building was deceptively small from the outside.
“Great places to stuff a body,” she
muttered.
“That’s true,” said a voice.
Charlotte made a leaping half spin
around. Her heart shouldered her esophagus out of the way to race up her
throat. She swallowed hard to force it back down. The elderly woman with the
peasant blouse and purple bandana stood right behind her.
“However, I don’t recommend it,”
she said, cheerfully, “as you’ll never get rid of the smell.”
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