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Wind Goddess
Crystal Inman
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Sylvia Masters lives her life by numbers. She’s a wedding planner with an ambitious eye and a will to succeed. When Tristan Calhoun hires her to put together his sister’s wedding, sparks fly. He’s a man accustomed to giving orders and being blindly obeyed. Sylvia assures him that she’ll be the one giving orders and blindly obeying isn’t in the plan, either.
Tempest, the Wind Goddess, must guide Sylvia to a happy future to ascend to a higher level. But it’s a tall order when the Wind Goddess finds herself trying to help a woman who is as stubborn as she is.
Three powerful people. A couple who don’t know whether they want to kiss or kill each other. And a massive wedding to plan.
It’s going to take a goddess.

“Drop dead, and burn in hell.” Sylvia Masters slammed the phone down and growled low in her throat. That pissant supplier was going to cut off her white lace? Not in this damn lifetime. Asshat. She ran her hands through her short black hair and scowled at the numbers in front of her. Her dark blue eyes sharpened and focused on each bottom line.

She finished the preparations on the Bristow wedding yesterday. The Stone wedding was Alicia’s baby. Sylvia rubbed her temple absently. That left three more slated to be completed in the next month.

Summer was wedding purgatory. Sylvia took a sip of her soda and mentally shuffled the files so she could concentrate on which wedding came next. Not as many fall weddings. And only a few people wanted winter weddings.

She brushed her short black hair back from her face and scowled. Another month or so, and she would be right back to planning summer weddings. A year in advance. That’s about how long it took to plan everything and have it lined up perfectly for the “big event.”

Sylvia snorted and pushed back from her mahogany desk with a sigh. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back to lean against the plush gray headrest of her office chair. It was late. Her entire staff had left at five. But she needed to go over a few things before she, herself, called it a night. It was a Friday evening. She had no plans. May as well finish up a bit of business before returning to her empty house.

She moved her neck to the right and heard a satisfying pop. She did the same to the left and sighed at the sound. Maybe it was time to call in a massage therapist and let a professional take the kinks out of her. Sylvia smiled. In what lifetime?


Sylvia’s dark blue eyes popped open, and she stared. She knew the man in front of her even though they had never met.

A building magnate, Tristan Calhoun bought and sold property with a single-mindedness she couldn’t help but admire. He made millions and gave it away to several different charities. But none of the press releases or pictures could have prepared her for the man inhabiting her most personal professional space.

He leaned casually against her doorframe with his hands in his tailored pockets. His expensive brown suit was unbuttoned and hung loosely at his sides. But Sylvia could see the breadth of the man, and she mentally shook her head.

Tristan Calhoun was a big man. No mistake. He looked like he could go a couple of rounds in a wrestling ring and come out on top. His brown leather shoes shone brightly in the artificial light of her office. A man who took care of appearances.

But it was the face of the man that fascinated her. A black and white picture in the paper was nothing compared to the beauty of the man in front of her. His russet hair was long enough to resist attempts at taming it. It curled and waved whichever way it chose.

Sylvia studied Tristan’s face and wondered who had a good day when they created it. His square jaw clenched at her perusal, but he didn’t say a word. She moved up past his perfect cheekbones to brandy-colored eyes that met hers without a word.

Wolf’s eyes. They stared unblinkingly back at her and studied her in turn.

She caught her breath and then chided herself. Obviously one of Mr. Calhoun’s many escorts finally snared him. Why else would he be darkening her door?

Sylvia stood and smoothed her dark blue suit down. “Can I help you, Mr. Calhoun?”
“I need your services.” His eyes never broke contact as his husky voice washed over her.

She arched an eyebrow but didn’t smirk. It would have been bad form. Sylvia smiled slowly. “You’d like me to plan your wedding?” She kept a blank face even though she mentally did cartwheels. Tristan Calhoun could throw a lot of business her way. She didn’t need the referrals, but she would never turn down more clients.

“Mine?” Tristan snorted and shifted to stand tall in the doorway. “Not hardly.” He paused. “My sister’s.”

“Planning one wedding is a challenge; making a living at it takes skill, but Sylvia manages to, though her own wedding is one she does not figure on making part of the "to do" list. That does not sit well with a group of Greek goddesses that feel she deserves true love. Enter Tempest, wind goddess. Under her influence, Sylvia and the wealthy brother of her latest problem client begin to see each other with new eyes. Yet, Tristan is a playboy, and Sylvia does not want to be the girl of the moment. Moreover, she does not believe permanent is in his vocabulary, not about romance. How much magic will it take to change these points of view?

This light read has just enough paranormal magic to satisfy readers who look for that, but not enough to hinder anyone who hates the genre from enjoying it. Though slightly stronger in town than your mama's romance, it is fairly mild and will offend only the most prudish. Nothing unexpected happens, but it's a comfortable, easy read.” –Reviewer Amanda Killgore


“Wedding Planner Sylvia is more concerned with making her business successful than her personal life. When Tristan approached her concerning his sister’s wedding, she was determined that he would not become an obstacle to her goal. Wind goddess Tempest is just as determined to bring love into her life. Wind Goddess is a cute story. Crystal Inman successfully incorporates humor into her story. Fans of romance with a touch of humor and a twist of fantasy will enjoy Wind Goddess.” 4 Stars! Reviewed by Debra Gaynor for ReviewYourBook.com

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ISBN: 1603131469
ISBN(13-digit): 9781603131469
Copyright: 2009
Book Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press
Binding: Perfect
No. of Pages: 206
Paper Weight (lb): 8.8

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