by: Lisa Kessler
Series: Sentinels of Savannah
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: July 23, 2018
Publisher: Entangled ~ Amara
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He finally found a reason to live, just in time to die.
Skye Olson is a psychic like her mother, and her grandmother before her, but a bad break up with the man she thought was her soulmate has left her confidence in her abilities shaken. While she's in crisis, a real estate tycoon from Atlanta swoops in with his eyes on her shop.
Colton Hayes spent his mortal life plundering royal ships with his pirate crew, but one holy relic changed everything. Now he and the rest of the crew protect the port of Savannah from their captain who traded his cutlass for a fountain pen.
When Colton discovers the captain wants to build a hotel in the heart of historic Savannah, he sets out to stop him, but nothing could prepare him for the violet eyes of the Magnolia Mystic.
Magnolia Mystic was previously a part of the Magnolias & Moonshine collection.
“Tour’s up on the bow.” A tall shadow fell over her.
She didn’t take her eyes off the river. “I know, thanks.”
His boots thumped on the deck behind her. “I wasn’t givin’ directions.”
She sighed and glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze traveled up his body, way up, to focus on his dark eyes. “I just need a minute.”
He shook his head, crossing his tan muscled arms over his broad chest. “Plenty of minutes are available with the tour. This area’s off-limits.”
He was just doing his job, but her tolerance for men was at an all-time low at the moment. “I’m not going to touch anything.”
His eyes moved to her feet and back to her face. “Seems you already are.”
Heat burned in her cheeks. “What is it with you men thinking you can just make a law and judge us when we question it?” She jammed the ring in the pocket of her jeans. “I’m sick of your shit. So if you want me to move, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
He raised a brow. “You finished?”
His calm only fueled the tempest inside her. “No, actually, I don’t think I am.” She matched his posture: chest out, arms crossed. “My family’s been in Savannah since it was settled. I know the pirate stories, and I didn’t buy a ticket for a tour and ‘swearing in’ ceremony under the pirate mast. Forgive me for wanting a few minutes peace with the Savannah River.”
He pointed to a sign.
Area is for Crew Only
A spark lit in his eyes. “If you’d been sworn in, you might be able to sway me to let you stay.”
She blew out a frustrated breath, her hands falling to her sides. “Look, I just wanted to toss my engagement ring into the river without getting arrested for littering. I figured no one would see me from up here.”
He relaxed his stance a little. “Must be an idiot to allow a fiery lass like you to get away.”
“Please don’t get flirty.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not in the mood.”
A hint of a smile curved his lips. “Wasn’t flirtin’, just stating a fact.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Speaking of facts, you should pawn the ring. Feedin’ gold to the fish won’t cure heartache.”
She didn’t take her eyes off the river. “I know, thanks.”
His boots thumped on the deck behind her. “I wasn’t givin’ directions.”
She sighed and glanced over her shoulder. Her gaze traveled up his body, way up, to focus on his dark eyes. “I just need a minute.”
He shook his head, crossing his tan muscled arms over his broad chest. “Plenty of minutes are available with the tour. This area’s off-limits.”
He was just doing his job, but her tolerance for men was at an all-time low at the moment. “I’m not going to touch anything.”
His eyes moved to her feet and back to her face. “Seems you already are.”
Heat burned in her cheeks. “What is it with you men thinking you can just make a law and judge us when we question it?” She jammed the ring in the pocket of her jeans. “I’m sick of your shit. So if you want me to move, you’ll have to do it yourself.”
He raised a brow. “You finished?”
His calm only fueled the tempest inside her. “No, actually, I don’t think I am.” She matched his posture: chest out, arms crossed. “My family’s been in Savannah since it was settled. I know the pirate stories, and I didn’t buy a ticket for a tour and ‘swearing in’ ceremony under the pirate mast. Forgive me for wanting a few minutes peace with the Savannah River.”
He pointed to a sign.
Area is for Crew Only
A spark lit in his eyes. “If you’d been sworn in, you might be able to sway me to let you stay.”
She blew out a frustrated breath, her hands falling to her sides. “Look, I just wanted to toss my engagement ring into the river without getting arrested for littering. I figured no one would see me from up here.”
He relaxed his stance a little. “Must be an idiot to allow a fiery lass like you to get away.”
“Please don’t get flirty.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m not in the mood.”
A hint of a smile curved his lips. “Wasn’t flirtin’, just stating a fact.” He glanced over his shoulder. “Speaking of facts, you should pawn the ring. Feedin’ gold to the fish won’t cure heartache.”
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Her short stories have been published in print anthologies and magazines, and her vampire story, Immortal Beloved, was a finalist for a Bram Stoker award.
When she's not writing, Lisa is a professional vocalist, performing with the San Diego Opera as well as other musical theater companies in San Diego.
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