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

End Detour
The Mystic Museum Series 4
By Loc Glin
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 32,964
Heat Rating: SEXTREME

Categories: Erotic Romance (MF), African-American, Contemporary, paranormal elements, HEA

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BLURB:

Visiting Minerva’s Mystic Museum can change lives forever. Magic makes life altering changes possible. Can Shamika and Harold forgive and forget? Can they overcome trust issues and make a life together?

Shamika must give up the life that she has come to accept and trust as normal. Is it time for a change? Does she really want a change? Will her history as a prostitute make that change impossible? Does Harold’s stubbornness prevent it? The unlikely pair are about to find out.

One encounter in a barn catapults these two strangers down a road of self examination and rediscovery. Past events have tainted their visions of what life should be. The powers that be have given them the opportunity to change their lives. Join them as they conquer their fears and the past disappointments that haunt them.

Family ties will be drawn into question. A possible future together will terrify them.

Mystic Museum magic is in the air!

TEASER EXCERPT

She turned the key in the outside door of her apartment building. The door creaked as she opened it. Out of habit she checked her mailbox, emptied it, and stuffed the contents into her purse. Up three flights of steps and next to the last door on the left side of the hall was where her small apartment was located. The lock clicked open just as it had countless times before. If she should feel melancholy about leaving it she didn’t. After the last few weeks, it didn’t even feel like home anymore. She silently thanked that witchy woman Minerva for whatever it was she’d done to send her to Idaho. The whole episode couldn’t be explained rationally. She wasn’t going to seek Minerva out to find out how it had happened either. It was some kind of miracle. She would leave it at that.

She tossed her hoodie on the small, worn sofa and laid her purse on the table. She dropped her keys into the purse, only to have them pop back out because the mail blocked their entrance.

Shamika tsked, pulled the mail out, and dropped it on the table. The envelopes and flyers spread over the table top. While moving them around with her fingertips she saw the usual bills. A lavender envelope caught her eye. She recognized the return address. The handwriting was her mother’s, but the address was her aunt’s.

With trembling hands she ripped open the glued flap. Her heart was pounding. Why would her mother send her a card? They hadn’t been in touch for years. The face of the card read, “Happy Easter,” complete with a bunny rabbit, baby chicks, painted eggs, and tulips. The card was suitable for a six-year-old. Considering that and the fact that it was June, she was confused, curious, and apprehensive. She flipped it open and read.

Dearest Shamika,

I realize that we haven’t been on the best of terms over the last five years. Actually we haven’t been on any terms at all. It’s time to put our differences behind us. You are family, and family matters. I miss you and could really use your support right now. A lot has happened in the last two years, things I do not want to put into a letter.

If you could find it in your heart to come home, I would be so grateful. It doesn’t have to be for good. A short visit would be fine. I don’t care where you live, as long as you’re happy. I know we have been unbending about that in the past, but we have finally come to see that it’s not our decision, it’s yours. Please let us back into your life. Your father has had a heart attack. We don’t know how much longer he will be with us. We would like to be a family again, before it’s too late.

You will find us at Aunt Susan’s house.

All my love,

Mom

Shamika collapsed into the chair next to the table. She stared dumbly at the card she held between her trembling fingers. Heart attack? Her father had had a heart attack? Tears welled up in her eyes. The last time she and her father had talked they’d had angry words, said hurtful things. She’d inherited her pride from her father, her stubbornness, too. Those two traits had kept her family apart long enough. Her mother was right. They needed to be a family again before it was too late.

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