Carly Phillips - Lucky Charm

The first book in the Lucky series, 2008

Dear Reader,

I am so excited to bring you a brand-new series starring three sexy men dogged by a centuries-old family curse. It’s common knowledge in the small town of Stewart, Massachusetts, that any Corwin man who falls in love is destined to lose his love and his fortune. After all, every male in the family line has fallen victim.

Lucky Charm introduces Derek Corwin, the first of three cousins to tackle his unwanted birthright.

Derek has never gotten over his first love, Gabrielle Donovan. When they were young, he’d broken up with her rather than lose her to the curse. But a decade later-with a failed marriage to a woman he didn’t love and a child he adores behind him-she still haunts his dreams.

Now Gabrielle is back in town. She’s become a successful author who, not so coincidentally, debunks myths and curses for a living. And she’s determined to put the Corwin curse to rest once and for all and reclaim her man. Only, it’s soon clear someone doesn’t want her disturbing old ghosts…

Don’t miss the next two books in the series, Lucky Streak (6/09) and Lucky Break (10/09). And in between, enjoy a reissue of Secret Fantasy in January 2009.

Visit www.carlyphillips.com for release dates and more. You can write to me at P.O. Box 483, Purchase, NY 10577 or e-mail me at carly@carlyphillips.com.

As always, thank you for buying my books, and happy reading!

Best wishes,

Carly Phillips

I N THE LATE NINETEENTHcentury, the small village of Stewart, Massachusetts, 1.5 miles west of Salem, site of the now-infamous witch trials, fear of curses and witchcraft ran rampant. During this time, William Corwin fell in love and eloped with a woman who was already betrothed to another. The man William wronged, Martin Perkins, was the oldest son of the wealthy Perkins family, from the neighboring village of the same name. To William Corwin’s misfortune, Martin’s mother, Mary Perkins, was a witch.

And she immediately sought revenge on her son’s behalf with this curse: Any Corwin male who falls in love will be destined to lose his love and his fortune.

No male Corwin since has walked away unscathed…

T HE SMALL TOWN OF S TEWART ,Massachusetts not so proudly boasted two claims to fame. Its proximity to Salem and the Corwin Curse.

Derek Corwin was well acquainted with that damned curse, as his family had come to refer to the albatross one of their ancestors had saddled them with. All because William Corwin couldn’t keep it in his pants, what should have just been a scandal had turned into a centuries-long damnation.

So said town lore. So said history.

Every male Corwin since had suffered its wrath. Derek included.

A man with half a brain wouldn’t return to the scene of the curse, but Derek had figured when the chips were down-or in his case, the Dow Jones-he might as well head home. That had been six months ago.

“Dad!” His eleven-year-old daughter’s yell reminded him of why it was a good thing he’d come back.

After two long years of keeping his child from him, Derek’s ex-wife had just remarried and decided she wanted a summer alone in Paris with her new husband. She’d sent his daughter, Holly, to live with him here in Stewart, in the renovated barn directly behind the house that had been in Derek’s family for generations. All the girl had were males to guide her through this long, hot summer. Poor kid.

But Derek was happy to have her back, to get a second chance at being a father who was there instead of one focused on his career. He wanted to get to know his daughter. Unfortunately he didn’t have a clue how to deal with her moods or her girlish tastes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, pausing at the landing of the stairs that led to the loft, which held two small bedrooms, his and hers.

After two years of living alone in an apartment that was huge by New York City standards, Derek actually enjoyed being among family in the small barn he was slowly but surely making his own.

“The dog chewed up my Abercrombie flip-flops!” Holly yelled downstairs.

He closed his eyes and groaned. The damn dog. “He chewed what?”

She came into view at the top of the loft and rested her elbows on the ledge. “My flip-flops. You know, sandals? Thongs? Flip-flops? ” she asked, exasperated.

He nodded, finally understanding the problem. “Sorry. We’ll pick up a new pair at Target.”

“Target? But, Dad, then they won’t have the moose on them,” she said in a pleading yet sweet voice.

“In other words, you want to go to the mall near Salem?” he guessed.

“Yes!” She pumped her fist in the air and whirled away, disappearing from view.

He laughed, pleased he’d made her happy. Even if happy translated into him spending more money. He should be used to it.

His ex-wife didn’t shop down, as she’d reminded him over the years. The harder and the more hours he’d worked, the more money his ex had spent to compensate for his absence.

Although they’d been divorced for more than two years, he didn’t think she’d changed her habits. Certainly his monthly child support and alimony had guaranteed her the lifestyle she’d come to expect. At least it had, until he’d lost the bulk of his wealth in a huge investment gone bad and moved back home. He’d been about to petition the court to change the payments, since he now earned much less than he had in the past, when his ex let him know she was remarrying. That ended Derek’s obligation to pay alimony, leaving him with child support only. That he could definitely afford without issue.

He glanced upstairs. “How about we get ice cream while we’re at the mall?” he asked.

“I’m lactose intolerant!” came the reply.

He winced. Shouldn’t he remember that? He consoled himself with the fact that by the time the summer ended, he’d know everything there was to know about his daughter.

“We’ll get lunch instead!” he said.

“Okay! I’ll be down in a sec. I have to change.”

Another thing she’d learned from her mother…She was obsessed with fashion, even at her young age. He figured she’d be at least twenty minutes.

“I’m going to return Fred to your grandfather’s.” He patted his leg and whistled.

The basset hound came down the stairs slowly, sauntering toward him. Fred didn’t look any more guilty for chewing Holly’s sandals than he had after he’d peed in the shoes Derek had left at the foot of his bed this morning. Why should he? Fred pretty much did as he pleased, and nobody had said anything for the past ten years. If Holly didn’t love the dog so much, Derek would move Fred to his father’s place for good.