Fortune’s Fool

Fortune's Fool

Publisher: Phaze Publishing
ISBN: 978-1-5942-6855-7
Length: Novel ♦ Contemporary Romance Anthology, Erotic


Four mistresses of erotic romance present a collection of tales destined to get pulses racing. Sexy psychics offer delectable divination in the past, present, and future. KING OF SWORDS – Biana D’Arc: Sparks ignite when a psychic meets a special ops warrior aboard a space station. When enemies attack, will close quarters and danger draw them together? TEMPTING FATE – Eva Gale: An up-and-coming banker falls for the town palm reader. She might be breathtaking, but a spinster from a notorious psychic family is hardly the career boost he wanted. MIRANDA WRITES – Cassidy Kent: A novelist becomes a fortune-teller for book research. When an FBI agent mistakes her for a counterfeiter, danger and romance ensue. Will she meet her deadline… or wind up just plain dead? FLESH AND BONE – Selah March: Tortured by a sadistic murderess, a detective may suffer an agonizing death. Only a local psychic can find him, but will she save him? Or be caught in evil’s web?


Author Miranda Franklin has a deadline and a dilemma: if she doesn’t turn in the last book of her three book deal in thirty days, her publisher will cast her back into the waters of obscurity. A felicitous run-in with a psychic cures her nasty case of writer’s block when Miranda accepts a job at the paranormal shop-around-the-corner. Special Agent Matt Archer has spent his life proving his worth to his father by following in his FBI footsteps. He hopes to nail one of the shops providing false fronts for a counterfeiting ring getting away with millions. They’ve eluded the Bureau for months, but if Archer can take them down, he’ll finally get a promotion and win his father’s approval.

When Agent Archer poses as a client for Farra’s Fortunes, an immediate attraction sparks between him and the lovely little liar keeping up appearances for the shop. After finding all the proof needed, he reads Miranda her rights, booking her for conspiracy to counterfeit unless she agrees to go back to Farra’s Fortunes to nail the rest of the ring. If Miranda busts the ring for Archer, will she finish her book by deadline… or wind up just plain dead?

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Warning: This excerpt may contain material inappropriate for minors and is intended for readers over 18 years of age.

Miranda watched him covertly as he wandered the store, fingering merchandise with no apparent intent. His hazel eyes flickered over the various objects, the sensual lips of his full mouth moving not an inch from their motionless, straight line. Not to mention the five o’clock shadow.

Okay, maybe six or seven o’clock.

In other words, he was a heartbreaker. She would be surprised to learn that his story involved heartbreak of a different kind.
His own.

Miranda stealthily slipped behind the counter. She couldn’t say why, but she needed space between them.
“How much for a reading?” he suddenly asked.

She stopped herself from outwardly gasping and gave him a smooth smile, remembering her Gypsy accent.

“The introductory session has no cost. It is… priceless.” She struck what she hoped was a seductive pose.

He acknowledged her offer, encouraging Miranda to begin the show. She took a seat at the table in the corner, lowering the lights through the sliding switch on the wall. He sat across from her and his sudden nearness caused her thoughts to scatter.

Stay cool, she told herself.

Miranda removed the top from the black box, displaying the crystal ball on its pedestal inside. The dim light from the lamp above shone down upon the orb, the imperfect bubbles within casting rays upon the handsome stranger’s face.

“I see an initial,” she said. “M.”

He nodded. “That’s my name. Matt. Everyone calls me Archer, though.”


His eyes burned into her and she closed hers to avoid his glance. “Should I start by telling you why I’m here?” the man asked.

She took a deep breath and selected an opening line from Edith’s cheat-sheet beneath the table. Gain his trust. “Err… No. I can sense that you are searching for something, Archer.” Miranda’s eyes snapped open. “True love.”

An understated change flashed over his face and then disappeared. “Yes,” came his simple answer.

Buoyed by her first “hit”, as Edith had called it, she continued in the same vein. “You have not yet found that special person.”

The man’s heartfelt sigh touched Miranda’s core. “I thought I did. Then she disappeared.”

“You were to be married,” she guessed, wanting to know more about the love life of the man with sad eyes the color of deep, maple syrup.

“Yes…” A muscle twitched in his jaw. He must be furious, she thought. But still wounded. She truly wanted to make him feel better, even if only for a little while.

“Give me your hand.” A wave of recognition passed through her as he did so. She wondered what in the hell it could have been, even as the flesh of her arms broke out into goosebumps.

Their eyes met over the sparkling sphere and Miranda saw that he had been as affected by their touch as she. His lips parted and she couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to press her mouth to his, moan as his tongue slipped between her lips, pant when he began to touch her body. Maybe he would pull her onto his lap, work his hand up from her knee to her thigh, hike her Gypsy skirts around her waist.

She would beg him if she had to. Beg him to touch her breast, cup the curls of her mound, slip his long, thick fingers between the lips of her pussy and—

“Mmm, I see,” she began again, running her index finger over his palm and ignoring the moisture between her legs. “You have long fingers and…” She took another glimpse of the cheat-sheet. “Large, square hands. You’re obviously intelligent, Archer. You have no problem thinking clearly in a difficult situation. As for your girlfriend…”

“Fiancée,” he corrected.

“Right.” Miranda blushed. “Relationships are important to you, but your unfailing logic sometimes gets in the way of your feelings. You’re very reliable and a bit of a perfectionist.” She studied the long dark lashes that swept his cheek whenever he blinked. “You’re a… stimulating companion.” This reading was getting her more excited by the moment.

“And I can’t think of why she would leave you,” Miranda muttered beneath her breath.

“What was that?”

“Oh, just a spell for good luck in love,” she covered. “Where was I?”

He smirked, heating her core yet again. “I think you left off at stimulation.”