Lifestyles of the Witch & Famous: Queen of Diamonds (Part 4 of a 4 Part Serial)

By Mimi Riser

Love and laughs in the fast lane! Contemporary romance with humor, heat, and high jinks (part 4 of a 4-part serial)... Billionaire Tyler James didn’t get where he is by playing nice. He’s a hard man, and proud of it. But Tyler has a hidden soft side that’s about to be exposed by three little boys and a beautiful Wiccan, the bewitching Molly Leigh. The boys are Tyler’s orphaned nephews, and he didn’t even know they existed until recently. Now that he does, Tyler wants those kids. A lot. But so does Molly. She is, after all, the one who’s been raising them. When the two adversaries lock horns over custody of the boys, the sparks fly and incinerate into a bonfire. Before the smoke clears, Tyler must learn a powerful lesson. And Molly may discover that a hard man is good to find.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mimi Riser
• Release date: Mar 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311492876

Mimi Riser

Mimi Riser is a longtime author of fiction and nonfiction, including several series and spanning a variety of genres (with flavors ranging from sweet to spicy hot). Her books celebrate the upbeat, the offbeat, and “beating the odds.” She began life in the urban northeast, but now resides in the rural southwest with her best friend & husband Rob.

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LIFESTYLES

OF THE

WITCH & FAMOUS

Part 4:

Queen of Diamonds

MIMI RISER

www.mimiriser.com

Lifestyles of the Witch & Famous is now released as a serial, which means it has been divided into separate parts that are offered individually. This is the fourth of four parts.

Serial Copyright 2015 by Mimi Riser

All rights reserved.

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[Disclaimer: This novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.]

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Chapter 10

The Blue Room…the Blue Room…

Was it still called the Blue Room? How about the Cotton Candy Room? Barbie’s Dream Boudoir?

Molly ran a shaking finger down the list of numbers she’d found by the phone in the boys’ suite. Imagine having an in-house telephone system—just like a hotel, only without the switchboard operator. She’d be shocked and amazed by it later, when she had the energy. Right now all her energy was focused on keeping the contents of her stomach in her stomach. One of her boys was gone. Kidnapped! Good Goddess, she was going to be sick…

The Blue Room! There it was on the list.

Thankyou-thankyou-thankyou…

Fighting back nausea, she punched its number into the phone. Carlotta picked up on the second buzz.

Molly? Are you all right?

No, she was horrible. And Carlotta must be psychic.

How did you know it was me? Her voice quivered so badly, Molly scarcely recognized herself.

There’s a display on the phone that tells you what room the call is from. But I’d have guessed even without that. Tyler called me a moment ago, sounding…too calm. When he’s that cool, I know something is wrong. But he wouldn’t tell me what. Will you?

Molly took a deep breath before answering. She had to get a grip on it or she’d upset the twins even worse than they already were. The boys were glued to her side, gone clingy again, and she didn’t blame them for it one little bit. She was feeling pretty clingy herself, but the only one she had to cling to at the moment was Carlotta. Blame Tyler for that.

She cleared her throat, and when she spoke this time, sounded almost normal. She’d always known that college acting class would come in handy someday.

Um, something’s come up, but I can’t explain on the phone. Could you come over here? Please? I need a favor.

Carlotta hesitated for a few breaths, and then, Of course. Give me just a moment.

A background conversation sounded—in several languages. Carlotta must have put her hand over the mouthpiece, but that rich baritone voice did carry, didn’t it?

Well, I’ll be damned…

Carlotta? Is that André with you?

Mmm, yes. One could almost see the cat-grin that went with the reply. Don’t let the pink boots fool you. As I believe I’ve mentioned, André might not look it, but he is very much the…traditionalist.

Soft laughter rippled over the phone line, ending in a sudden surprised squeal. André must have just done something traditional. And got his hand or face slapped. Molly heard the smack, but it sounded more playful than painful.

Not now, André, I have to leave, Carlotta fussed. "Ai dios mio… All right, but not without your pants. Hurry and dress… No, I don’t know if you’ll need your saber. More laughter. But later I’m sure I can find a use for your broadsword, mi amor."

A bit breathless, she returned to Molly. "Sorry, chica, I hope you don’t mind, but he insists on coming with me. You are, after all, his family now, as he sees it. He wants to help. Do you need us to bring you anything? A little brandy perhaps, to calm your nerves? I know where Tyler keeps the good stuff."

It would help more if she knew where he kept the keys.

Molly’s eyes flashed to the door. Um…you wouldn’t happen to have a pick handy, would you? The skunk has locked me in.

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