Wyatt

GYPSY MAGIC SERIALThe old woman’s enemies had taken her most precious possession—her son, Carlo. He was lost to her now. Lost by trickery and deceit. But the three people who had cut out her heart would pay in kind. They would feel the pain she had felt. For they each had a son: Wyatt Boudreaux, Garner Rousseau, and Andrei Sobatka. Each would suffer a fate worse than death. A fate that would follow him till the end of his days. Part 1: WyattJustice is BlindAn old murder case comes back to haunt Wyatt Boudreaux. Sent by his dad to make sure the gypsies don’t interfere with the conviction of Carlo Mustov, Wyatt runs into the woman he loved and lost, Alessandra King. She blames his father for Carlo’s conviction but she’s shocked to discover Wyatt is blind. Can they bury their differences and work together to find the real killer? And can the embers of passion smoldering between them flame to life again despite the gulf between their worlds?Gypsy Magic: Wyatt…Garner…Andrei…each of these compelling stories ends with an HEA for the hero and heroine. But only the full set will finally get to the bottom of the murder mystery. Be sure to read them all!EXCERPT:The old woman lifted her lantern, the dim glow flickering off the Spanish moss that trailed from the dark branches above her head.Somewhere in the far reaches of the bayou, an animal called out. An animal whose pain echoed her own.Sinking to her knees on the damp ground, she threw back her head and gave voice to her anguish. It was all over now. Her only son, her beloved son, was condemned to die. For a crime she knew he could not have committed. He had made mistakes. She had warned him of the consequences, but never in her wildest imagination had she thought it would come to this.She let her tears flow then. Tears of anger and regret. And when the storm of weeping finally subsided, she gathered her strength for what she must do. From the pocket of her long skirt, she pulled the bandanna with the objects. The pen. The paper cup. The metal tack.Spreading the cloth on the ground, she stared at the tokens she had stolen. None was of material value. But they held the power she needed. For each belonged to one of the people she was going to curse tonight.With bony fingers, she touched each object in turn, calling on her inner strength, summoning the dark powers she had learned to control long ago.For she had the Romany gift of turning the tables on her enemies. She’d done it since she was a child. For small offenses and large, yet never anything so large as this.Her enemies had taken her most precious possession—her son. He was lost to her now. Lost by trickery and deceit. But the three people who had cut out her heart would pay in kind. They would feel the pain she had felt. For they each had a son: Wyatt Boudreaux, Garner Rousseau, and Andrei Sobatka. Each would suffer a fate worse than death. A fate that would follow him till the end of his days.In a low voice she began to chant the ancient words of her people, weaving in a curse for each man as she conjured up his face.Her hand clenched the pen. “Justice is blind,” she whispered, then joined the curse with the name of Wyatt Boudreaux.“Love is death,” she intoned as she crumpled the paper cup in her hand and said the name of Garner Rousseau.Finally she picked up the tack, her finger caressing the cold metal as she said, “The law is impotent,” then linked the name with Andrei Sobatka.