Books and Banter: Teaser ~ for Dulce Isle (A Mystic Museum Novella) by Loc Glin

Dulce Isle
The Mystic Museum Series 2
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 22,360
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre (M/M/F), paranormal elements, HEA

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BLURB:

Adrian Asorio can't seem to move on after the death of his beloved wife Angelina. While trying to fill the lonely hours in his empty life, he discovers Minerva's Mystic Museum. A painting of a female artist painting a nude male model fascinates him. He finds himself thinking about, and wanting, the male model. He begins to question his sexuality.

Adrian is chosen as this full moon's mystic walker. He is transported to Dulce Isle where he meets Jon and Rosa in the flesh. Adrian must confront his newly discovered sexual orientation and overcome the guilt he feels.

Rosa DeVario and Jon Balentine shared a life with Rosa’s husband, Leon. When Leon died, both were heartbroken. Without Leon as their common denominator, Jon has reverted to his "loving men only" lifestyle, leaving Rosa without a partner.

Will Adrian's arrival on Dulce Isle be the answer that mends three tattered and broken lives? The universe has provided the opportunity…Adrian's heart holds the key.

Here is the premise for the Mystic Museum Series

Minerva’s Mystic Museum is located in New York City. Every full moon the “powers that be” choose someone from the visitors of the museum. This someone, known as the mystic walker, will be the hero/heroine of the novel. The “powers” select someone they feel deserves a second chance, or just a chance to follow their destiny. Minerva, the curator and caretaker of the museum meets the chosen mystic walker. Through the magic that has been entrusted to her, Minerva supplies them with the opportunity to change their lives.

TEASER / EXCERPT:

“You have servants. Don’t they do the grocery shopping for you?” Adrian asked.

“Yes, they do, but sometimes I want to go to the market. I like to keep things real. It’s easy to forget that there are people in need when you don’t need or want for anything. I go to the market to keep things in perspective.” She put a box of cereal into the basket she was pushing. “It doesn’t matter whether or not I need anything I put into this basket. I like to shop…It brings back memories of the days when I had to worry about everything I put into my basket.

“After Leon died, I was very lonely. One day I was walking through this store. I saw a mother with three little children. One was an infant in her arms, another wasn’t walking yet, and still in diapers. The third was walking, but was very small, just a toddler.

“I watched that poor woman agonize over everything she put into her basket. She was a new face to me. She didn’t recognize me either. My heart went out to her. I couldn’t imagine what she must have felt like, needing so many things and having to do without most of them, especially since it was her little ones that were suffering.

“The children had no idea they were doing without, but I did, and I decided to change it.

“Sometimes people don’t like to accept charity. Their pride gets in the way. I didn’t want that to happen with this woman, so I approached her and pretended I was doing a survey for food brokers. I asked her to fill my carriage with anything she wanted to buy, whether she could afford it or not. She wanted to know which company I represented. I told her I’d been instructed not to divulge that information because they didn’t want to prejudice her shopping one way or the other. I told her she would be given a gift certificate for the store after checking out.

“It was amazing how easily she filled my basket. She was still very careful about what she put into hers. At one point I asked her if she was randomly selecting things for my carriage, just to be putting something into it. She assured me that if she could, she would buy every single item she was putting in there.

“We got to the register. I made sure she checked out after me. I purchased her gift certificate. After she finished paying for her purchases, I gave her the gift certificate and the carriage full of groceries. At first she wouldn’t take them. I told her they went along with the survey. She looked at the bags holding everything she wanted to buy. There was a second of hesitation before she accepted with tears filling her eyes.

“I felt so good that day. Knowing I helped someone made me feel like life was worth living again. Leon always donated to charities, and I continue to do so, but that day was special. I come here and shop, and then donate my purchases to the homeless and hungry, or to families struggling to make ends meet. People recognize me now, so I don’t get to surprise the people I help anymore. It doesn’t matter…I remember that satisfied feeling, just as I remember what it was like to be poor and hungry. Doing the shopping myself makes it personal for me.”

Adrian leaned into her and squeezed her shoulder. “You are a remarkable woman.”

For excerpts and first chapter click here.