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Happy St. Patrick’s Day! May the Luck O’ de Irish be with ya today, and I hope you catch your very own leprechaun!

Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.

Leprechauns, St. Patrick's Day, Savannnah, Ga, Author Paula Millhouse

 

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Excerpt

Michael McKnight heard Abby’s plea, felt the waves of magic radiating out to him from the fairy charms she’d acquired, and the instant she asked and put that door at the base of the grand live oak he bent time and space to get to her. Banished for the last ten years for the misuse of his magic—and for hoarding gold—he had spent a life apart from her, one that had literally been a living hell.

But I’ve paid my debt, and nothing will keep me from her now.

She rounded the tree, screamed, and dropped in her tracks.

Panic seized him. He tossed away his tiny green hat and dove for her, catching her head in his small arms before she hit the dirt. She’d crashed. Totally passed out. Dusted the fallen leaves with her golden-red locks. Good God, she’s not breathing!

“Abby? Abby! Wake up, Abby!” His frantic voice filled the woods. He’d scared the precious thing to death. “What have I done? Damn it, Abby, don’t do this to me! Come on, sweetheart, wake up!” No. He couldn’t lose her now that she’d called for him. “Please! Abby, come back to me!”

Getting caught by a human was end-game for any leprechaun, but Michael wanted her to catch him. He’d loved her since they were children, and sometimes he thought he’d dreamed her into life. She’d never recognize him now—penance for his sins included the curse of living in this ridiculously tiny body with the green felt hat and shoes. But he didn’t care. Whatever she needed, he’d be sure to see she got. If he could. There were limits to magic, of course.

He shook her, his chest crushing in on itself as he willed her awake. Then a breath escaped her lips and she gasped, and Michael froze.

“Praise God Almighty, she’s alive.”

His eyes roved every inch of her, seeking injuries. His trembling hands felt her scalp and neck. No bumps. No blood. The tension in his chest eased. She’d merely fainted at the sight of him. That could be good or bad. He chose to go with good.

“Ah, lass, you’re overcome with the sight of me.” He stared at her and smiled, hugged her close in his arms and drew in a deep breath. He cradled her head, her angelic face graced by those waving locks of long ginger hair. And freckles. Everywhere. Michael chuckled. My lassie, Irish through and through.

He reached out and reverently touched her face. When they’d played together as children he’d wanted to kiss her. Now he pulled her close and drew in a breath. Peaches and cream. She smelled like heaven. Her ample chest rose and fell underneath a navy blouse that set off the color of her porcelain skin and hundreds—no, thousands—of freckles. Long legs stretched out from underneath her sleeping frame. She’d grown up during the years he was kept away.

He peeked down the length of those denim-covered legs, and his face blew wide with a smile when he saw her bare feet. A work of art, her toes were painted red and perfectly pedicured. The shoes she wore lay askew from her fall, and he scrambled over to assess them. Professional curiosity. One of the heels had snapped clean off.

His face fell. Three-inch heels? No wonder she’d fallen. Who wore such beautiful things outside to plant fairy charms? But his Abigail had always fancied her shoes, and he’d yearned to make her a pair for well over a decade.

He inspected her feet. The arch was perfect, her toes a wonder, and her bare feet drew him in. A desire to give her a foot rub almost overcame him, but he forced his eyes back up her body to her face. To her lips. One simple kiss and he would die a happy man. He’d lived for this, watching her, using his magic and gold to pay the fairies to dance for her when they were both so young….

He took his chance while she lay there unaware. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to hers and stole his kiss. She stirred. Unable to control himself, Michael kissed her again. Then he eased back as her red-blonde lashes fluttered open to reveal sapphire eyes. His heart raced as for a second he glimpsed his future, and that future was good.

Then Abby’s eyes flew wide, she screamed and seized him in her hands. “For the love of God, you’re a leprechaun!”

Folklore about these little men swam in Abby’s clouded head as she reared up, the creature’s lapels in her grasp. Leprechauns were a sort of fairy without wings. But also… “Gold! Good God! Leprechauns are magic fairies who own gold!”

                He narrowed his eyes. “That’s the best you can do?”

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THREE WISHES, Paula Millhouse, fairies, fairy, leprechaun, St. Patrick's Day, www.paulamillhouse.com

 

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Have you ever been to Savannah for St. Patrick’s Day? I have, and it’s amazing. That’s what inspired Three Wishes. I hope you enjoy the story!

What would you wish for if you caught your very own leprechaun?

THREE WISHES, Leprechaun, Gold, Fairy Magic, One True Love, Paula Millhouse, Paulamillhouse.com, fiction, Boroughs Publishing Group, fairies, true love, magic

Book Description:

Abigail O’Malley wants to find true love…which is about as easy as catching a leprechaun.

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Format:Kindle Edition|Amazon Verified Purchase
Abby O’Malley’s world is falling apart. The historic Savannah bar her father left her is about to be repossessed by the bank–until she catches a leprechaun, Michael McKnight, in her yard. His pot of gold can’t help her, though, because he’s under a fairy curse. The solution to HER problem turns out to be the same as the solution to HIS problem,. Sprinkled with lots of fairy dust and out-of-this-world love, Three Wishes transported me away from my mundane cares–which, of course, is the everyday magic of reading.
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Happy Valentine’s Day!!!

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Here’s hoping that above all else, love wins in your world this year.

Big Box of Paperback Books Giveaway

I was invited to a month long Valentine’s Day Party, from Jan 15th – Feb 13th, over at Love Books, Love Authors. I wanted to share this awesome event with you, because the Grand Prize is a huge box of paperback books!

Check them out – yep, that’s Chalvaren Rising in there, my paranormal fantasy romance novel. And just look at all the amazing stories you could win! There’s over 30 paperbacks.

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Here’s the link with the contest: http://lovebooksloveautho.wixsite.com/promo/readers

Check out their FB page if you’d like. Every author has a daily giveaway.

I hope you enter and WIN!!!

Simple Fix to Master your 2016 Holiday Gift Giving List

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I Love Christmas!

Oh, boy. Everyone’s so busy these days! How’s your Holiday Gift Giving List shaping up?

Between work, and writing, and our recent election, somehow the holidays are suddenly upon me. And while this is certainly my favorite time of year, sometimes things get hectic. Do you wait until the last minute to finish your shopping?

I’ve got a simple fix to share with you this year. Here’s a tutorial on how to gift a book via e-mail. Yep, it goes right to the recipient’s Inbox. What could be simpler, right?

Amazon has a cool function where you can give a book as a gift, and deliver it electronically via email, or right to their Kindle. I’ll use my latest story, Marmalade’s First Christmas, as an example:

Step 1: Log into your Amazon account.

Step 2: Choose the book you want to give as a gift. Go to the book’s page on Amazon: Example: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LY2AGJ5

Step 3: On the far right hand side of the book’s page, choose “Give as a Gift.”

 

Step 4: Enter the recipient’s email address, and personalize your message, then place your order. You can even choose WHEN you want the gift to appear in their email.

I think that function is so cool – you can deliver the gift on Christmas Eve, so their book will be waiting for them on Christmas Day. It’s kinda like playing Santa Clause, with books!

I hope you’ve enjoyed this short tutorial on how to gift books to readers on your 2016 Holiday Gift Giving list.

So, what about you? Are you guilty of waiting to the last minute to shop for the holidays?

Good News for your Christmas 2016 reading list!

Marmalade’s First Christmas is moving to Amazon Kindle exclusively.

Here’s the book’s link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01LY2AGJ5

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I’m excited! This will let Kindle Unlimited subscription readers take a peek at the story, and gain access to Jake’s holiday recipes in the back of the book.

Author Paula Millhouse, Marmalade's First Christmas, Contemporary Romance, Holidays, Kitten, Love, season, giving, hot chocolate recipe

Marmalade’s First Christmas

When billionaire Jake Simons rescues a kitten the week before Christmas, the orange tabby cat leads Jake to the greatest gift of the season – Veterinarian Marley West.
The last thing Marley needs is a client meddling in her personal business, but Old Man Winter, Mother Nature, and Jake’s pregnant mares have other plans for her holiday. When she gets snowed in with Jake during the worst blizzard in racehorse country, sparks fly.
But will Jake be strong enough to let go of ghosts from his past? And, in this friends-to-lovers story, will Marley learn to trust that Jake just might be her very own Christmas miracle?

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I hope you enjoy reading this spicy holiday love story. All reviews are appreciated, whether positive or negative. Reviews help other customers find good books, and even just a few words can help. Thank an author. Leave a review on the book’s page today.


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