Derek Corwin doesn't think he has anything to feel lucky
about. Lost a fortune in his investments, got a girl
pregnant, got married, got divorced and in the process lost
what little connection he had with his daughter Holly. And
to think he gave up the one love in his life to prevent
catastrophes. So is it the family curse which is said to
bring bad fortune to any male who falls in love or is it
just plain bad luck or perhaps a self fulfilling prophecy
that has made all Corwin men shy away from falling in
love.
After being sent on her way after the high school prom
Gabrielle Donovan is back -- presumably to do research on her
next book on demystifying and discounting curses. But her
real goal is to find out if the love and passion she shared
with Derek is alive and well and this time she has decided
to get her man even if it means facing down any demons the
curse throws at her. It would seem her presence in town is
making someone real unhappy and making sure Gabrielle gets
the message loud and clear with vandalism and threats. While
she feels certain there is a personal reason behind the
threats -- Derek is equally sure that the curse is once again
causing havoc with someone he loves. His immediate goal is
to keep Gabrielle safe and even though the love they share
is still very strong, he is committed to send her packing
once the culprit is found knowing it will surely be his last
chance at love. But Gabrielle has some tricks up her sleeve
and has garnered support from some influential townspeople
who share her belief that someone with a mission is causing
all the trouble. Never underestimate the power of a woman in
love -- curses don't stand a chance and neither do the Corwin
men.
Quirky and funny tale about seemingly intelligent men who
have given up finding true love fearing the repercussion
they believe will follow because of an old family curse. Any
misfortunes personal or business that befall them are
immediately blamed on the curse and so for many they just
stopped trying. As pathetic as some of the Corwin men appear
Phillips helps us find some endearing or redeeming quality
in each of them and in fact makes you hope that someone can
finally render the curse meaningless. In this first of three
books involving the Corwin men you begin to understand just
how devastating belief in curses can be -- for the observer
it seems almost comical but for the believer certainly not.
Believer or not this is a great introduction to what
promises to be some very enjoyable reads.
Long ago, as revenge on a Corwin who stole her son's
fiancée, a witch proclaimed an eternal curse that every
Corwin male who married for love would be destined to lose
his woman and his fortune...
Derek thought he could outsmart the long-standing Corwin
curse by breaking up with Gabrielle, his first love—and
marrying someone else. Now, divorced and broke, all he has
left is his teenage daughter and a healthy respect for
ancient sorcery. But then Gabrielle returns, determined to
defeat the curse and rekindle their passion. But will her
stubborn streak and her unwavering love be the lucky charm
Derek so desperately needs?
Excerpt
The small town of Stewart, 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.
Derek snapped a leash onto Fred's collar, neither of which
the dog had owned before Derek had come back home. Holly
joined him just as he walked out the front door.
"I told you I'd be down in a sec!"
"I thought you'd take longer. Sorry."
"That's okay." They made their way over the grass that
divided the yard. The barn was on the back acreage, the main
house on the front. Suddenly, she said, "I'll meet you at
Grandpa's!" She took off across the yard at a run.
He debated jogging over, too, but one look at Fred's sad
face and he changed his mind. "You're going to make me fat,
old man," Derek said to the dog, slowing his pace a little more.
"Dad!" Holly shrieked, shattering the silence of the quiet
morning. "Grandpa has a gun!"
"Good Lord," Derek muttered, pulling Fred into a jog,
whether he liked it or not. What was his ornery father up to
now?
Holly ran back to him and he handed her the leash. "Stay
here," he instructed his daughter. Then he headed over to
where his father stood fooling with the old, pump-action
shotgun that had been in his family for generations.
"Put that away before you shoot yourself!"
Hank Corwin lowered the gun to his side, glanced at Derek
and frowned. "It's not loaded."
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. At least his father
wouldn't blow a hole in his addled brain.
"Not yet, anyway." Hank chuckled.
Derek scowled at the older man. "What are you doing with
that thing?" As far as Derek knew, the twelve gauge had
never been removed from the cabinet where it was displayed.
"I'm polishing the hardware so I can make a point down at
the library tonight." Hank ran a hand over the gleaming
weapon, the pride in his movement unmistakable.
Derek glanced at his father. At fifty-seven years old, Hank
was a handsome man, not that you'd know it by the company he
kept—his brother and his long-eared dog, Fred.
Appearance wasn't important to him. He rarely cut or styled
his dark hair and never worried about what he wore. Why
should he, considering the ladies in town were all well
versed on the curse and stayed clear of all the living,
breathing Corwin men? Hank's summer attire consisted of worn
khakis, which he paired with a white T-shirt—for his
job as an electrician and on days off.
His father's generation of Corwin men had all discounted the
curse and lived to regret it. Hank and his brother Thomas
now lived together in the main house. Their third brother,
Edward, was a loner, a recluse of sorts, mainly because
Thomas had married the woman Edward loved. Derek had two
male cousins with whom he was close, one per uncle, and
Thomas also had two daughters, both happily married. The
Corwin women had prospered. The men had floundered.
Growing up, Derek wasn't sure he believed in curses, but
after seeing his father's and uncles' lives shattered, Derek
had lived his life very carefully. Not that it had helped
him. Derek had even given up the woman he loved to protect
them both from the curse. His life—and
finances—had gone down the tube, anyway. He was
finished taking chances.
"What's happening at the library that's got you packing
heat?" Whatever it was, it couldn't be good, Derek thought,
eyeing the weapon.
"This." Hank stalked over to the old wooden picnic table and
picked up a flier. "Read it and weep. And not just because
your high-school sweetheart's returning."
"Gabrielle's back?" Derek asked, certain he'd misunderstood.
Hank inclined his head. "Yep. And I'm not going to let that
girl stir up trouble by getting people talking about that
damn curse again."
That girl. Derek's high-school love and the woman
he'd pushed away rather than subject to the despair that
inevitably followed any woman who allowed herself to love a
Corwin man.
His father had liked Gabrielle. She'd come to dinners at
their house and he'd had many meals at hers. Her parents had
treated him like a member of the family while Hank had
welcomed her into theirs. For a gruff coot even back then,
Hank had been fond of Gabrielle.
Derek sighed. "You aren't going to shoot Gabrielle just
because you don't like her choice in subject matter."
Hank glanced at him, defiance in his stare. "I don't like
being talked about. It's been quiet around town for a long
while. I'd like to keep it that way."
"Just because you don't hear people talking about the curse
doesn't mean they aren't still whispering behind our backs.
It's a fact of life." Derek grabbed the flier and scanned
the page.
Apparently the Perkins-Stewart Public Library was hosting a
lecture titled Curses: Irrational Psychological Suggestion,
by onetime resident and bestselling author, Gabrielle Donovan.
Derek knew Gabrielle had written a number of books,
debunking popular myths in print and then discussing those
books on big-time talk shows. It was no coincidence that
she'd chosen to study the occult and New Age, Derek thought.
His past had defined both of their lives.
Although she hadn't been back to visit, the town claimed her
as their own local celebrity. The diner on Main Street had a
signed photograph on the wall, although Derek had seen the
signature and doubted its validity. He wouldn't put it past
Henry, the owner, to forge it instead of contacting
Gabrielle and asking for one.
Even Derek's father was one of her fans— Derek had seen
her books on Hank's shelves. In reality, Derek wasn't
worried that his father would shoot her. But that didn't
mean he couldn't cause trouble in other ways….
Derek placed the flier down on the picnic table and looked
Hank in the eye. "You aren't going anywhere near the
library, Pop."
"Want to bet?" Hank asked.
"Well, you sure as hell aren't taking a shotgun." Though
Derek spoke to his father, his thoughts were far away,
already in turmoil over the chance of seeing Gabrielle
again. He'd spent enough time avoiding watching her on TV.
Seeing her in real life would be far more painful. He didn't
need to worry about their reunion occurring over the barrel
of his father's shotgun.
Derek grabbed the rifle, intending to lock it up tight at
his place or in the trunk of his SUV. There was no telling
how easily an old rifle like this one could go off if Hank
started waving it around to make his point.
Hank stamped his foot and shook his finger in Derek's face.
"You don't play fair."
"And you don't play rational. Want to go to the mall with me
and Holly?" Derek waved his daughter over.
"No. I have to pick up some things in town. Then I'm going
to prepare a rebuttal to that girl's speech tonight. No
curse, my hiney," Hank said, stomping toward his house.
Derek laughed and let him go. Hank was all bluster. Derek
couldn't imagine Hank showing up any place where the Corwin
Curse was the subject of public discussion.
A discussion started by Gabrielle Donovan.
Damn. He couldn't believe she'd returned after all these years.
He'd broken up with her after the prom. Post graduation, her
parents had moved away, and she'd gone with them. At least
he hadn't had that summer to watch her, longing for
something he could no longer have. But while they'd been
together, his life had been spectacular. At eighteen she'd
been the most beautiful, sensual woman on the planet. He
could only imagine what the intervening years had done to
her already lush body and china-doll-like face. With her
mother's French genes, she hadn't been afraid of passion or
sex, and they'd indulged in both often, until Derek realized
it was no longer just physical attraction that kept him
coming back for more.
She'd been smart, too, the only daughter of parents who were
both professors. She had a sharp wit and had been
insightful, understanding Derek's love of high-stakes
finances even before he had the money to indulge his
passion. She probably wouldn't be surprised to learn he'd
gone to Columbia undergrad and directly on to Wall Street as
a trader until he was hired by an investment-banking company
and made himself rich from lucky, huge deals.
He'd made himself poor the same way, investing too much in a
company that went south instead of north. These days Derek
was a financial planner, getting his thrills by building
other people's incomes more slowly and sensibly, not toying
with his own.
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