Lifestyles of the Witch & Famous: Game of Hearts (Part 3 of a 4 Part Serial)

By Mimi Riser

Love and laughs in the fast lane! Contemporary romance with humor, heat, and high jinks (part 3 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: 9781311125941

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 3:

Game of Hearts

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 third 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 7

Tyler tried to ignore André D’Leon as he stepped around the man at the foot of the stairs. Not an easy task. André’s glare was a bit distracting. So were the hot pink cowboy boots. The castanet-like clicking of heels followed Tyler down the length of the ballroom. A flash struck behind him, like lightning, just as he reached the door at the far end. André’s booming baritone voice rattled the crystal chandeliers.

"Bravo! Another masterpiece! I shall call it ‘The Devil’s Departure.’ You will sign for me a model release, Monsieur James, no?"

No, Monsieur James said, then pulled open the door and escaped into the poolroom.

A rather dubious escape, as it turned out.

He pushed past a curtain of vines and stopped short, blinking in the afternoon light streaming through the glass dome. The courtyard echoed with laughter and the sound of splashing. Tall, willowy forms crowded the sparkling sand beach—some, the expected palms with their long trunks and swaying fronds; the rest, a surprise gathering of females with long legs and swaying hips. Blondes, brunettes, redheads… All nubile young nymphs, ripe and frothy. And nearly naked.

A bevy of beauties?

A gaggle of girls?

Whatever you called them, they were a royal pain in the ass at the moment. Damn, he must be getting old when a display like this tightened his gut instead of something a little farther south. Who were these bimbos? Who let them in?

Carlotta, probably, which meant she was here for a fashion shoot. Peachy keen. Just what he needed. Where were his nephews? And where the hell was Barry?

Tyler’s hands itched to slug someone. Carlotta would be the obvious choice, for dumping this crew on him, but he didn’t hit women, so Barry would have to do. Cursing under his breath, he strode forward.

Tyzie!

The high-pitched squeal, like a sow