Three Hot Wishes (Fantasy Come to Life - Magic in the Real World Novel) Read Online Free PDF Page A

badass biker romance! Tattoos and motorcycles and revenge. He's back to rejoin the club that drummed him out once they found out he was working with the cops, but the club doesn't know the full story. He needs their help now, and the only way he can convince them he's the real deal and not some boy in blue is to rekindle the love affair he had with the President's daughter."

 
    I bit my lip, seeing flashes of scenes. Bikers were sexy as hell, that was for sure. At least, the ones in books and TV were. The real bikers I knew weren't anywhere near as hot as the ones in my head, but that was okay. I was writing about a perfect world, after all, one where a man could step off a Harley and become a sex god all in one motion.

 
    "You know," I said, grinning from ear to ear. "That may just be the best one yet."

 
    "Thanks," she whispered, blushing.

 
    I lay the pen on the paper and pushed the notepad away a little. "Have you ever tried your hand at writing something like this? You've certainly got a knack for coming up with the goods."

 
    She shook her head. "Me? Never! I read a lot, that's all. There's always ideas bubbling away in this brain of mine, but this is really the first time anyone paid attention long enough to hear them, that's all."

 
    I made a face, trying to decide if I'd be taking advantage of her if I actually did write any of the stories she'd just practically lay at my feet. "How about this, then?" I said, tapping my finger on the paper. "You write down your phone number, or your address. Even your email. Whatever way you're comfortable with me getting into contact with you again, I want to have it. If and when I use one of your ideas, I'm going to take you out for dinner. Agreed?"

 
    In truth, if I struck it anywhere near as big with one of these plots as I had with the last few books, I'd give her a sum much more than the cost of a meal, but I had the feeling if I said that she'd shake her head politely and try to make her escape.

 
    Some people have to be tricked into being thanked properly, and I had a hunch that Gina was one of them.

 
    "Okay," she said, after hesitating for a couple of seconds longer than I thought it would take her to agree. She picked up the pen, wrote down a phone number, and then gathered her stuff together. "I should be going, really. Leave you time to write your next masterpiece, and all."

 
    " Our next masterpiece, you mean," I answered, holding out my hand to shake hers. "It was lovely to meet you."

 
    "And you!" She shook my hand quickly and then hurried out of the cafe.

 
    And just like that, my muse was gone as fast as she had arrived.

 

 
 
 
    Chapter 7

 
 
 
 
 
    Once Gina had gone I did what I usually did after the Smut Slinger Support Group, as I'd come to think of it, finished up for the week.

 
    I went shopping.

 
    Gina had given me a lot to think about, but I didn't think I'd be getting any words down on paper for the day.

 
    Not yet, at least. Besides, I was still a little buzzed from the Long Island Ice Teas I'd had over lunch, which meant that I had to get some fresh air and maybe some Mrs. Fields cookies and a few other choice items from a couple of stores before I was safe to drive home.

 
    That's what I told myself, and myself was very ready to believe it...

 
    Some people can look at a mall like the one I walked into and be sickened by the pure capitalist, materialistic megalomania of it all. I had a few friends like that, who gasped in awe at the amount I spent, and who swore under their breath when they looked at the price tags of the stuff they thought looked 'cute'.

 
    I felt bad for them. I did. They told me up and down they didn't need the stuff I bought, which was just their way of reassuring themselves that they weren't missing out by no having it.

 
    Which was a lie, of course. When I went to a spa with them and came out four hours later feeling refreshed, I didn't bitch and moan