Ocelot of Trouble
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Zenina Masters
Word Count :17890
Publication Date :2013-05-13
Series : Shifting Crossroads#8
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Category : Erotic Romance
- Product Code: 978-1-77111-667-1
Mina is cursed, Robar is a playboy, the Crossroads brings them together to break old magic and make a new start.
Mina is a walking disaster. Any man who dates her ends up with some minor or major trouble in his life, body or vehicle. Her community bands together to send her to the Crossroads in an effort to find her a mate far away from the human world.
Robar is sent to the Crossroads by his matriarchal grandmother who demands a proper match for her grandson. He has a plan to cheat the system, but fate shorts out the most carefully laid plans when he is transported.
Together, they run, frolic and he ends up wearing her drinks. What more could you want of a first date?
The party raged on, but Mina was miserable. Every member of her family was here to support her aunts’ efforts to send her to the Crossroads. It was well known that Mina wouldn’t find a mate any other way.
Nine of the blind dates that she had had in the last year were in attendance, dancing with her cousins. They had paid to come to the fund-raising social in an effort to get her a mate. Even the men she had bruised and broken were supporting her in her effort to find a man who wasn’t them.
Mina was a klutz, and there was no way around it.
“Hey, Mina! You will be able to spend a month or more at the Crossroads with all of the donations rolling in!” Her cousin Leevi grinned and gyrated to the music.
“Yes. It’s great. I am so grateful to you all.” She mumbled it with the same tone she had been using throughout the entire evening. She was grateful. Really. She was just humiliated by her family banding together in order to send her somewhere else where the men had no idea what they were getting into.
It seemed unfair to her that she was going to be circling around in search of a mate and the men wouldn’t know that they were walking into the path of the Lancaster jinx. No man could possibly withstand her skill at causing injuries while simply trying to make a good impression.
She looked across the dance floor and saw the tables that were taking hair and nail clipping samples for payment to the transporter. It was heartwarming that her family was getting the community together like this, but Mina’s soul felt heavy.
There was nothing like knowing that you were the biggest loser that your friends and family could think of.