Upon A Falling Star
When Hope makes a wish upon a falling star for true love, two men — her ex-boyfriend and former childhood best-friend — immediately appear in her life.
Hope has unresolved feelings for her ex, Miles, but a new-found attraction for her friend, Junior. Miles questions their break-up and Junior, with now controlled clairsentient abilities, is back to explain why he left in the first place.
During a search for her missing niece with the two handsome men, Hope tries to reconcile her feelings and settle on the one man who will bring her true love.
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Reviews for Upon A Falling Star
“Dee Carney has penned a sweet holiday tale of romance that is worth reading any time of the year. These characters are well structured and the choice seems like an easy one to me…Ms. Carney makes this a great book from start to finish and every page in between.” 5 Hearts, Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
“Upon a Falling Star is a sweet, fun read. I read it at my desk at work and couldn’t put it down when my lunch was done. I wanted to be Hope and loved watching her get her wish.” Niki Lee, Joyfully Reviewed
As she turned to go inside, a moving flash of light out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned back around. Off in the distance, almost at the level of the horizon, a brilliant flash of light arced over the skyline. A falling star.
What did they say about making a wish on one? She shrugged her shoulders in a brief gesture, and her lips twitched. It couldn’t hurt.
Hope thought for a moment and closed her eyes. Eyebrows furrowed, she concentrated on the correct words to use that would help ease her loneliness. She didn’t want to be too vague, but it wouldn’t help to be too demanding either.
Please, send my true love to me.
Opening her eyes, she looked around. When nothing happened, she chuckled to herself. What had she been expecting?
The crisp air was still just cool enough to warrant a sweater. The forest surrounding the cabin was quiet, with the occasional cracking of broken branches audible from the distance. She could even smell the pungent aroma of the burning wood of the fireplace in the night air. All of these things were there before the wish. Nothing new happened.
She chuckled again at her impatience. Just as she started to head inside, she stopped at an unexpected noise in the front yard. She glanced sharply toward the driveway. Hope first heard and then saw an approaching silver luxury vehicle.
Miles.
Her heart hammered. The heat of a blush crept over her cheeks. Her legs were weak, and she had to grip the door to remain standing upright. The traitorous limbs felt like gelatin and refused her commands to walk.
Oh God. Wish upon on a star and he shows up. What did this mean?
“Are you alright?”
She turned towards the person who spoke. In the darkness, a man stood at the edge of her property. His head was covered by a thick hoodie, but the way he filled it out gave her a pretty good sense of his masculine form. She swallowed hard and stared at him. Intellectually, she knew she should have been terrified, but his uncanny timing gave her reason enough to pause.
This was so typical. Make a wish for true love—for one man—and two men show up. What exactly did this mean?
Her legs chose that moment to buckle, and she crumpled down in an ungraceful heap. The loud thuds of quick, powerful steps boomed from the wooden patio. The next thing she knew, she was looking into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Something in the back of her mind niggled at her as she stared into them. There was something familiar there.
“I don’t think you are,” he murmured. Before she could protest, strong arms wrapped themselves around her body.
She inhaled the nutmeg-like scent of his cologne. Absorbed by how incredible he felt—and smelled—without thinking, she reached around him for support. The man lifted her with ease, and she leaned her face into his neck.
God, he really smelled good.
Her skin tingled with anticipation where he gripped around her shoulder and beneath her knees. And—oh, hell—he didn’t just feel good. He felt damned good .
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