by Nikki Jefford
Released |April 6th 2013 by Nikki Jefford|
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Barcelona. Summer escape. Or so Graylee Perez thought until her old adversary, Adrian Montez, brings his magic show to Spain.
Gray seeks out a Spanish wizard to help banish Adrian from her life once and for all. Instead, she tumbles headfirst into a love spell with the arrogant warlock.
After Gray follows Adrian to Paris, she must face her true feelings and decide if Adrian’s worth fighting for.
Staying True to CharacterSometimes I want to make my characters say or do things that are out of character for them. For the most part it’s a synchronized effort, but once in a while the character fights the direction I try to take them.
This happened with Adrian Montez on his flight from Barcelona to Paris. I felt like he should be sulking on the ride home after having his heart crushed yet again by Graylee Perez. I wanted him to wallow the whole way back. Thing is, Adrian doesn’t sulk. Oh no, he hits on the stewardess.
He was so insistent; I had no choice but to go with it.
Adrian rattled the ice in his glass and polished off the last of the drink. When the cart came around he ordered another. He smiled at the stewardess as she prepared the drink from the aisle. She wore her hair down. He liked that. Adrian’s eyes traveled up her lean nylon-clad legs, from her black pumps to the edge of the itchy-looking navy skirt. She looked like the sort of chick who’d wear a garter underneath.
The stewardess was all woman, not a mere girl. Much better suited to Adrian . . . at least for one night.
“Are you French or Spanish?” Adrian asked, watching her movement from hooded lids.
“I am French,” the stewardess replied curtly.
Adrian put his weight on the armrest, leaning across the passenger in the aisle seat. He ignored the glower he received for intruding on his neighbor’s space.
“Really? I live in Paris,” Adrian said in his most charming voice.
The man Adrian encroached on snorted in amused annoyance.
Adrian leaned over him further to take his drink from the waitress’s manicured hands. He made sure to touch the tips of her fingers as he took the glass and said, “In the seventh arrondissement.”
The stewardess paused, eyes locked on Adrian’s.
“You should come by sometime, see the view of the Eiffel Tower. At night it’s especially . . . magical.” Adrian winked.
“I’m sure it is,” the waitress said in perfect English. “Please enjoy the rest of your flight, monsieur.”
Adrian stared after her as she moved onto the last four rows. Then his eyes met his neighbor’s. The guy shot him a satisfied grin and pointed at his ring finger. “Connard!”
Adrian shrugged and leaned back into his seat with a lazy smile.
My review of Enchantment will be up May 21st for my blog tour stop!