Lucky Charmed (Charmed in Texas #2) by Sharla Lovelace - Blog Tour, Excerpt, Review & Giveaway

It seems he and Carmen are at each other’s throats one minute — and on each other’s lips the next. Someone’s gotta give . . .

Lucky Charmed

Charmed in Texas #2

Sharla Lovelace

Releasing July 18th, 2017

Lyrical Shine

Carmen Frost hates honey. And bees. And in her hometown of Charmed, Texas, which practically invented the stuff, that’s a problem. The good news is that the summer Honey Festival is finally over. Even better, so is the annual Lucky Hart carnival, a road show that made off with her dreams years ago—including the boy she loved. Now she’s got a divorce behind her, and a successful law career in front of her, but in a tiny town, big memories die hard. Or they don’t die at all—as Carmen discovers when she runs into an all too familiar pair of eyes—older, wiser, and just as heart-melting as ever . . .

Sully Hart has had enough of the nomad lifestyle. Travelling with his father’s carnival gave him adventures, but it cost him much more. Now he’s home to stay, contracted to create an entertainment complex in Charmed. He wants roots, a house with a yard and all the mundane pleasures that go with it. But the girl he loved has become a woman who still wants freedom. Can she still want him? It seems he and Carmen are at each other’s throats one minute—and on each other’s lips the next. Someone’s gotta give . . .

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Lanie and Nick were coming home from their honeymoon and I was thankful in about a billion ways. Namely, that a relatively sane person I trusted could look me in the eye and remind me with all the prior knowledge needed that I was a grown independent woman with no logical reason to need anything from Sully Hart. Answers, mouth-to-mouth, monkey sex in a cave…Answers.

None of it.

Not that any of those things were on my mind the last two days since crawling in the dirt (I hadn’t been back yet) and the day before that’s one-on-one outside City Hall. At all. Or that I’d been obsessing over every word, every look, every inch he’d closed between us, or the way his hand had automatically closed over mine one day and had to touch me the next. Or that I was thinking of him or Kia—or him and Kia—or any of it while I drove home from the last minute trip to the vet’s office for Ralph’s food (I promise, he didn’t starve), fully aware that Maple Street was just four measly little blocks off of Main.

Because I was an adult. A responsible, un-flaky adult. Turning her blinker on. Driving down 8^th Avenue. To Maple.

I shook my head all the way down the road, unable to believe what I was doing. This was the kind of thing I fussed at clients for doing. Obsessing over their ex’es. I wasn’t obsessing. I was just curious. Curious over what could make someone so untethered and beautifully free want to fence themselves in. Yep, that was all.

I didn’t have long to find out. I turned left on Maple toward the five-hundred block and felt my palms start to sweat. My pulse start to race. And somehow I knew it was the one with the big black Chevy before I even saw the number. The Chevy I’d parked next to at City Hall the other day. Of course I had.

The house itself was ordinary. Brick and wood, one story, kind of non-descript with no real landscaping. Looked like some flower beds might be marked off for the future with stakes, but that was about it. I rolled past it slowly, my mouth going dry like a teenager on a stalking mission.

“This is crazy,” I muttered.

And then he walked around the side of his house and I hunched over and gunned it at the same time, parking around the corner but still in view.

“How pathetic am I?” I whispered.

My phone screamed through the speakers and I yelped and then clapped a hand over my mouth as I hit the button.

“Hello?” I whispered.

There he was. In a tight ratty tank top with holes and old jeans, a baseball cap turned backward on his head, the muscles in his arms rippling as he drove a shovel into the ground. Now that was how to sink a shovel. Sweet Jesus.

“Hey, we’re at the airport,” Lanie said. I could hear Nick muttering something in the background. “So we should be home in a couple of hours. Well, after they find our other suitcase, anyway.”

“Awesome,” I hissed, watching Sully turn over dirt, one shovelful after another. “Drive safe.”

“Awesome?” she said. “They lost our suitcase.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said. “Hope they find it quickly.”

“Why are you whispering?” Lanie whispered.

And breathing fast. Whispering and breathing fast. Because I’m hiding around the corner from Sully Hart’s house, of all things, watching him play in the dirt and get sweaty.

Completely logical.

“Um, I’m in a building,” I said, just as a truck pulling a squeaky trailer drove around me.

“You sound like you’re outside.”

“Okay, we have things to talk about when you get home,” I said. “So plan on some ice cream on the couch girl time tonight after you get unpacked. Nick and Ralph can go bond somewhere.”

Lanie laughed. “I’ll let him know. See you soon. And Carmen?”

“Yeah?”

“No Sully.”

See? That’s what I needed. But in person, with a leash or a stun gun. Or a box of imported chocolate. I dropped the phone in my lap and watched as my tattoo—his tattoo—moved with him. He had more of them now, but the one on his left bicep that matched the tiny one inside my left breast tugged at me. An infinity sign.

I love you, Carmen. Forever.

It was supposed to signify that. Something we’d done together the day before he left me—forever. Well, I guess it was significant after all.

The old pain stabbed through me like it was coming straight from that fifteen-year-old ink, and I welcomed it. Yes, remember that.

Carmen and Sully's second chance at love was sexy and heartbreaking. They were so young when they fell in love, but Sully left her behind without a word. Over the years, she had to see him when the carnival came back to town and suffer through the town's judgment and remarks about her past. Even though she married Dean, she never stopped loving Sully and her marriage ultimately ended. Dean was a real jerk in this book, but I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He was in love with a woman who was in love with another man. But this would not be a romance story if Sully did not have a good reason for leaving her behind, and once Carmen finds out what it is, she has to make a choice on whether she wants to stay in Charmed, or leave like she has always wanted to. I really enjoyed the story as well as all the supporting characters. I'm really looking forward to Bash's book!

I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.

Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a tricked-out golf cart, and two crazy dogs. She is the author of five stand-alone novels including the bestselling Don’t Let Go, the exciting Heart Of The Storm series, and the fun and sexy new Charmed in Texas series. For more about Sharla's books, visit her website, and keep up with all her new book releases easily by subscribing to her newsletter. She loves keeping up with her readers, and you can connect with her on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

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