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A MAN OF CHARACTER
MAGIC of LOVE Book One
Fall in love with the magic in A Man of Character.
The perfect fantasy might just be reality.
What would you do if you discovered the men you were dating were fictional characters you'd created long ago?
Thirty-five-year-old Catherine Schreiber has shelved love for good. Keeping her ailing bookstore afloat takes all her time, and she’s perfectly fine with that. So when several men ask her out in short order, she’s not sure what to do … especially since something about them seems eerily familiar.
A startling revelation—that these men are fictional characters she’d created and forgotten years ago—forces Cat to reevaluate her world and the people in it. Because these characters are alive. Here. Now. And most definitely in the flesh.
Her best friend, Eliza, a romance novel junkie craving her own Happily Ever After, is thrilled by the possibilities. The power to create Mr. Perfect—who could pass that up? But can a relationship be real if it’s fiction? Caught between fantasy and reality, Cat must decide which—or whom—she wants more.
Blending humor with unusual twists, including a magical manuscript, a computer scientist in shining armor, and even a Regency ball, A Man of Character is a whimsical-yet-thought-provoking romantic comedy that tells a story not only of love, but also of the lengths we'll go for friendship, self-discovery, and second chances.
An excerpt from A Man of Character:
What was wrong with her? A week ago she’d insisted to Eliza that she wasn’t the least bit interested in a man, and here she was, having gone out on a date with one…and now fantasizing over another, thinking thoughts that reminded her of the smutty story Eliza had found. She hadn’t paid attention to men for six years; what had her reacting to two in such a short time period?
Make that three. You can’t deny Ben Cooper caught your attention, too.
The door opened and an older couple walked through. At the sound of their voices, the man looked up and then checked his watch.
“Oh, I’m late.” He gave her a wolfish grin. “Gotta scoot.”
Tucking the book back onto the bookshelf, he winked and sauntered out the door.
Cat stood there, breathing slowly to calm her flaming senses. Anyone would react to that man, right? Right? That mouth. She’d wanted to touch it, to feel those lips on hers. Goose bumps prickled her skin.
She didn’t understand what was happening to her, why she was suddenly so aware of men, when before she’d managed to convince herself they were just part of the scenery. No doubt her sister would say it was her biological clock, tick, tick, ticking away.
Cat wasn’t so sure. Maybe it was her stories, the ones Eliza had unearthed from that box. She had written them, after all. Perhaps reading them again had sparked something within her, made her realize that at one point, at least, she’d been very, ahem, interested in men and sex. And love.