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Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin's Star-Crossed (Townsend Harbor Book 4)
Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin's Star-Crossed (Townsend Harbor Book 4)
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Everyone thinks LYRA MCKENDRICK is magic. She’s not, for the record, just a lawyer who predicted a few outcomes that were blown out of proportion in the robust Townsend Harbor rumor mill. After a messy breakup in which she lost her thriving practice, she’s returned to her hometown to lick her wounds and is persuaded by a local town cook to capitalize on her cringe-worthy reputation by running the local new-age shop. How hard could it be to sell chakra-cleansing crystals, libraries worth of tarot cards, crops of candles, and enough incense to choke out Willie Nelson’s entire entourage? When one of Townsend Harbor’s many ancient trees threatens her plumbing, she engages Cypress Forrester, aka “Cy the Tree Guy” to rid her of the problem. Instead, he seems intent on becoming one.
Cy’s family have been arborists and healers for generations, and they’re firm believers in the mysticism of trees, among other things. When she hires him to chop down an endangered tree to save her business, they find themselves on opposite ends of a battle neither of them is willing to lose. As a man tethered by indigenous roots to the earth, Cy immediately realizes Lyra is a woman who lives in her head, which often disassociates her from her heart, body, and intuition. It’s how she always finds “practical” explanations for the series of unexplained, serendipitous coincidences that keep thrusting them together. Alone. But Cy knows better, and he realizes that he must tempt her out of her thoughts and back into her body, and what better way to do that than by a thorough seduction?
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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “What a magnificent love story! Families living and loving with fears and togetherness. I love the humor and friends that bring this story together in such a unique way. Thank you for writing this series of books. Loved everyone!” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “These two authors have the greatest chemistry when crafting a story for their readers to devour! I look forward to every release in this small town romantic comedy series that deals with real life issues while they're entertaining us.” ~ Reviewer
⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “If you’re looking for quirky characters, each with challenges they must overcome and a strong storyline that is both passionate and captivating, the Townsend Harbor series is for you! I highly recommend this entire series. Cy and Lyra are fantastic together, and the couple stole my heart!” ~ Reviewer
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Look Inside Ch. 1
Look Inside Ch. 1
Why are you such a bitch?
Lyra chewed on the question just as furiously as her gum.
“Why am I such a bitch?” She tapped on the small cleft in her chin as she pretended to give the question the credence lent it by the waxen-faced, weird-smelling customer on the other side of the cash register.
“Why am I such a bitch? Let’s see… Could be because a few months ago I was on my way to being a hotshot New England criminal defense attorney engaged to one of the most sought-after rising stars in the "nancial sector, who turned out to be a cheating, lying, malignant narcissist with disgusting mother issues.”
She leaned over the register, planting her elbows on the counter, and set her chin on her palm.
“Or it might just be due to the fact that very recently, some family member was in a fresh state of crisis, and so I let them talk me into moving my ass all the way back to the soggy tourist town I left for good effng reasons. So now, I have to use my overpriced Ivy League education to help gullible people pick out colorful rocks—most of which aren’t actual crystals, by the way—that these intellectual giants believe will alleviate their poverty, cure their illnesses, and/or help their dysfunctional relationships with ‘vibrations’ because some long-haired, vegan-leather-wearing, self-proclaimed witch who fancies herself a pedagogue, without a geology degree, by the way, insists that her friend’s sister’s aunt’s breast cancer shrank because she shoved a moss agate into her cleavage.”
Taking a much-needed breath, she lifted her head from her palm and began to tick bitchy reasons off on her fingers, because now she truly was wondering which component lent her the most aggravation and was balls-deep in helpful self-analysis.
“Combine that with the fact that the basement of this building is currently ankle deep in brackish ancient pipe and toilet water, the landlord is at an ashram in India and unreachable by modern means of communication, my left sock is too tight, the ceiling fan is squeaky, I’ve seen way too much of Guillermo’s plumber butt crack today, and instead of a good night’s sleep, I have a lumpy twin mattress in a second bedroom apartment where I listen to my twin sister pork her new fiancé every night through old-as-shit plaster walls. Oh, and then you come in here with your multiple nose rings, failing natural deodorant, and white-lady dreads with the audacity to suggest that my shop’s palo santo wood is subpar, and you want me to sell it at a discount? I can’t imagine why I’m being a bitch right now, can you?”
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