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Sun In Sagittarius, Moon in Maz
Celia Cooper
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Detective Corey Williams likes the quiet small town atmosphere of Oakdale, Virginia. But when his best friend’s ex-wife tried to have the friend killed, Corey has to step up and take things into his hands. An arrest, a wedding, and meeting a red-haired angel hadn’t figured into his plans.

On top of that, the ex-wife is leading him, and the red-haired reporter angel, on a chase over two countries. He’s oath bound to bring the ex-wife fugitive back to face trial. What he hadn’t counted on was falling in love with the angel reporter.

Corey shifted his bulk from one swollen foot to the other.

"I don’t know why I couldn’t wear my black cowboy boots," he muttered.

"Because you agreed to wear what everyone else is wearing, Corey Williams, or did you leave your memory at home with your badge?" Justin Anderson, dressed in a cream colored tuxedo punched Corey on the shoulder as he walked past his friend.

"When did I agree to that? I don’t remember having a vote," Corey turned to Justin and crossed his arms over the cummerbund restraining his waistline.

"You didn’t, neither did I nor anyone else. When I asked Diane to marry me, we all lost our votes about wedding stuff. You know, it’s a girl thing. We guys go along because the benefits are so great," Justin winked at his friend and smiled as he watched Corey run a finger around the neckline of his tuxedo shirt pulling it away from his flushed neck.

"This damned thing is choking the life out of me. Why couldn’t you guys have waited until winter to get married? Why’d you have to pick the hottest damn day in July? Hell, it’s so hot the birds have stopped singing. By the way, how much longer is this going to take?" he growled. He felt sweat trickling down his back as he stood under the shade of the centurion oak tree that graced the town square. The leaves hung limp in the heat of the day.

"I see the girls coming around the corner now. The tall redhead in the light blue is who you’ll be escorting down the aisle, but you’d have known that if you’d shown up at the rehearsal," Justin said.

"Justin, I told you I’d be in your wedding if my workload allowed it. To be here today, I had to agree to work two nights for Bob. Oh, wow!" Corey and Justin stood, mouths gaping, as Justin’s bride, Diane, made her way toward the wedding party gathered inside the band gazebo. Her cream-colored sheath dress hugged her trim form and the pikake floral headpiece that had been flown in from Hawaii stood out against Diane’s dark hair. The sweet fragrance from the headband haloed around Diane. Corey watched his friend’s face soften and take on that funny look he’d been wearing since the first time he’d met his fiancé.

I’d give a month’s pay to feel that way about somebody.

Diane held out her hand and Justin, face beaming, led her to the center of the bandstand wrapping his arms around her tiny waist and gazing into her eyes.

Briana, Justin’s daughter, exploded on to the town square dashing from the church steps over to Corey.

"Uncle Corey! Uncle Corey!"

She ran toward him and jumped, trusting he would catch her.

"Umph!" Corey grunted as the youngster landed in his arms. "You’re getting too big for this, young lady." He placed her on the grass where she twirled in front of him, curtsied and fisted her hands on her developing hips.

"I’m not either. I’m thirteen--not a ‘young lady’. Besides, Dad says you’re stronger than people think and could stop a train if you really wanted. He says you’re really, really strong. How’d you like my dress?" Briana twirled in front of Corey again.

"I think you, and your dress, are very beautiful. Look at how tall you are. I’ll bet by the end of the year you’re taller than me. Then you’ll have to catch me." Corey smiled at Briana.

"Hello-o-o-o-o? I need everyone in the wedding party over here, please?" the photographer waved the wedding party to the gazebo where he manipulated and moved everyone while he took pictures from several angles.

"You boys have ten minutes," the minister’s wife tossed over her shoulder as she herded the women to the church. Briana turned and waved at Corey.

"You’re one lucky man, Justin," Corey said.

Celia Cooper has been a gypsy all her life. From her military child beginnings to her might-not-get-this-chance-again attitude after she left home, she’s seen most of the continental United States as well as Hawaii and Alaska. She hopes to travel the world but is content to stay close to her family in the desert in Southern California--for the moment.

Old Enough to Know Better and Sun in Sagittarius, Moon in Mazatlan were gifts from the writing gods. Her current novel, If Only, explores the wistful saying everyone has said at one point or other in their lives and scratches an itch.

She is now working on a Dragon Fantasy trilogy and several short stories.

Fiction Books :: Romance Books :: Contemporary Books

ISBN: 1590885368
ISBN(13-digit): 9781590885360
Copyright: 2008
Book Publisher: Wings ePress
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 240
Paper Weight (lb): 10.2

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