Thursday, September 24, 2015

Enchanted Book Promotions ~ Inconceivable by Cherrie Mack



When Prince Charming comes looking for the woman who stole his heart at a Manhattan shoe store, he instead finds her stepsister, Allie. Allie doesn’t leave the best impression with the handsome Zach Brady, who quickly dismisses her as the maid. But an unusual fairy godmother with bulging biceps, long hair, and a cool demeanor has plans for her. Can Allie keep herself from falling for the wrong man and convince him to help her snag Zach? This duo quickly learns that sometimes if the shoe fits, the pair could be all wrong.












Cherrie Mack is a multi-published romance author who grew up in Flushing Queens NY, the youngest child of six. The city’s diversity gave her a great appreciation for many different cultures and lifestyles. After love finally claimed the girl from the city and dragged her to the suburban madness of Long Island, she settled into a quiet life with her new husband. Two children and one mini-van later, the family found themselves moving towards the sunny skies of Florida where they currently reside.

Cherrie is happiest sitting behind a keyboard doing the one thing she loves most—writing. However, when she isn’t writing, she is struggling to man her website, promote her books, keep up with social media and run a household. She loves to hang out with her 12 and 10 year old kids and spend time with her smart, sexy, fun loving husband. She struggles to master the art of meditation but with so many people living inside her head, demanding a story of their own, the task is daunting. She takes time to relax by playing with her best friends–Bailey and Simba.

Cherrie continues to flourish, writing contemporary erotic romance, romantic comedy, urban fantasy, paranormal romance and her latest venture into sci-fi. Her ability to cross genre’s fuels her imagination and gives her the desire to continue to push her boundaries and branch out as a writer. Although she hasn’t settled into any given sub-genre, she is confident her ability will lead her down the right path.
A member of Romance Writers of America, Cherrie is slowly spreading her wings as a romance author. Look for her books at all digital bookstores such as Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Bookstrand, ITunes, Nook, Kobo and many more.

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Allie paced her bedroom. “Angelo! I’m warning you. You better show your face, or I’ll come to Mulberry Street and hunt you down like the dog you are.”
“Take it easy, sugar. I was in a bath. Besides, you need a little cooling off for that Gweneviere crack.” Startled by his quick appearance, she watched him lean his buttocks against her window sill. His wet hair brushed his wide shoulders, sending droplets of water traveling down between his pectorals, over his defined abdomen, and disappearing beneath the thick towel he wrapped around his waist. His olive skin glistened, and she could smell his fresh ocean scent. Allie pinched herself, but he was still there. “Fairies take baths?”
“Does a witch fly on a broomstick?”
She cocked her head and then shook it. “What am I going to do? I know nothing about plants. I have a black thumb.” She motioned her hands up and down the length of her body. “There is nothing green. Anywhere.”
“Don’t worry. Do you panic like this every time you have a dilemma?”
Allie faced him with her hands on her hips. “No. I have a problem when my fairy godmother, who, by the way, looks like he could be the leader of a gang, likes to play dress up by putting me in a servant’s uniform and throwing me to the wolves.”
“If it were my game, the uniform you wore would’ve looked a whole lot different.” He winked.
“Great. I get the sarcastic godmother. Is there a way to trade you in?”
Angelo let out a loud sigh and pushed off the window sill. He got closer to her. “My job is to point you toward a happily ever after. It’s not to solve your problems or give you a quick fix for an already fucked up life. Got it?”
Allie crinkled her forehead and slowly shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I’m still questioning whether you’re real or if I’m in the midst of some psychotic break.”
He pulled her into his arms and tucked her head under his chin. “Does this feel real?”
She felt his heart beating against her and relaxed into his embrace. She let out a soft sigh. “Umm, yes,” she whispered. “You feel real. Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“Is Angelo your real name?”
“No.”
She lifted her head and looked deep into his eyes. He gave her a half-smile and held her stare. She felt her muscles loosen and the stress drain from her fingertips. She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against his bare chest, and held him tighter. “I hadn’t noticed before, but the color of your eyes are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. The green is just—” and before Allie could finish her sentence, Angelo was gone. She looked around her empty bedroom. Either this was really happening, or she was going completely crazy.

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