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Something From Nothing


Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Eve Morton

ISBN :978-1-4874-3074-0

Page :176

Word Count :52890

Publication Date :2020-11-20

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Something From Nothing (epub) , Something From Nothing (mobi) , Something From Nothing (prc) , Something From Nothing (pdf)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Romance

  • Product Code: 978-1-4874-3074-0


Tarot cards lift the veil on the magical world of love both Paige and Saul could have never predicted.


After her roommate moves out, Paige Latimer finds a deck of tarot cards in her apartment. It seems like the perfect side hustle for her busy life. She manages to score her first gig at an office party, where she does a reading for Saul Wexler.

Saul, an aging yet still attractive insurance salesman, is desperately trying to seek some sort of guidance as his wife dies of cancer. As Saul addresses the cards, he rediscovers his lost sense of sexuality—gone during years of chemo treatments for his wife. He also finds himself falling for Paige in all the ways he does not want, especially as his wife remains alive.

When Paige’s business takes off, she leaves behind everything she thought she knew about the everyday world—including what to do when she also starts to fall for Saul. Their attraction reaches an apex on Halloween, the time when the barriers between the worlds are the thinnest.

Can Saul continue to live his life by other people’s guidelines and blotting out his own feelings? Can Paige continue to predict the lives of others while ignoring herself? Both turn to the cards in order to see if love, regardless of any barriers, is worthwhile.

“That’s it,” Beverly Cross said. “I think that’s the last of them.”

“You sure?” Paige Latimer leaned back on the heels of her canvas sneakers and gestured to the four-floor apartment building at the edge of the downtown core of Toronto. “You don’t want to give the place another look over? See if you left anything behind?”

“Nope.” Beverly closed her truck door and leaned against it with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She winced, then let her arms hang limply at her sides. “I don’t think I could walk up the front steps again, anyway. Never mind carrying another box.”

“I could do...”

Paige let her words hang in the air without completing them. She knew her best friend—and now former roommate—would not need to go back to their once shared apartment. Beverly had been planning this move for months. She got the boxes from the hardware store, wrote in black permanent marker on the outside edges, and crossed-checked everything with a list. Her truck had the furniture that was too oddly shaped or too fragile to fit into the moving van her fiancé, Derrick, had rented. He’d left the parking lot an hour ago and was most likely unloading Beverly’s things with help from his best friend from work, while Paige and Beverly lingered over the display cases for Beverly’s geodes and the couch that had sentimental value to her.

Paige peeked at the boxes that rested on the passenger seat. Blue tissue paper from the geodes box poked out of one corner. Beverly’s penmanship declared amethyst and quartz in all caps.

Paige sighed. That was it. She knew it, but she still didn’t want to let go.

Beverly seemed to feel the same. She combed a hand through her pin-straight hair and tried to smile past her moving blues and physical pain. “If I have forgotten something, I can always come back. It’s not that far.”

“I know.”

“We will still hang out.”

“I know.”

“Paigey?” Beverly said, her voice thin and tenuous. She smiled as she followed up with an inside joke between the two of them. “A Page for Paige? Calling all pages for their page boy haircuts?”

“Stop.”

Paige shoved her friend playfully. Beverly was a nurse who often paged patients, and when they’d met, Paige had been a store manager who often paged the back room for a confirmation on a price ticket. They met when Beverly needed better nursing shoes, and Paige had done the paging. When they’d gotten together for coffee the next week, it had been in the hospital foyer, where Beverly had been paged to help with victims from a car crash filled with choir boys from a local church. From then on, they’d tried to find as many ways to page—or talk, or text—one another for fun, which soon led to moving in together as Paige shifted from retail to journalism in her own career. Five years later, Paige was no longer paging people but worked at the local news station. Meanwhile, Beverly’s job had stayed the same, but her romantic life had taken off.

Always the bridesmaid... Paige thought, then switched it for her own situation. Always the mover, never the moved. She sighed as she ran a hand through her hair.

“I should head out,” Beverly said. “I know Derrick is going to be texting me soon. I can’t get out of unpacking with him, no matter how puny my arms feel right now.”

“I know, I know. Go and see your big strapping man. I…I’m really happy for you.”

Beverly smiled. When she held her arms out for a hug, Paige moved into them easily. The embrace smarted. How could it not, after so many boxes filled with books and literal rocks Beverly called her geode collection? But it was so necessary. She rubbed Paige’s back, and Paige did the same to her. It became an easy motion between them, but still no less difficult to pull away from.

They both wiped a single tear before trying to return to normal.

“All right.” Beverly clapped her hands together. “I am going to get a half dozen pizzas, and that’s just for Mike to be well-fed. Can I—do you want to come and get them with me? We could share a slice, like old times.”

“No,” Paige said firmly. She stared at her shoes, her scuffed knees, and the broken bottle glass outside the apartment’s sidewalk. “I really should get back.”

“A rain check, then?” Beverly insisted. “I will call you next week. We’ll get lunch.”

Now lunch. That would be okay. A week would give her time to mourn and probably replace the giant space where that hideous plaid couch had been.

As Beverly backed up her truck, Paige kept her focus on that couch. It was so much easier than watching her best friend drive away. Paige waved until she couldn’t anymore. When she could no longer spot the faded blue of the vehicle against the road, Paige shivered. The late winds of September were making her chilly.

It would be the first of October on Monday. While she always believed October to be the true start of Fall—since it would also usher in Halloween—she knew the cold winds of Toronto didn’t always get the memo. Technically, September twenty-first was when the equinox happened, so it was already fall. In her heart, Paige knew that to just be a date. Now—now was the true start of the season, because Beverly was gone.

Now, she was alone.

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