Release Blitz and Giveaway: Easy Magic by Kristen Proby

Series: The Boudreaux Series #5
Published by Ampersand Enterprises on April 4th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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The Boudreaux Series. Sexy. Intriguing. Easy.
Family. Responsibility. Stability.
As the co-CEO of Bayou Enterprises, and the eldest of the Boudreaux clan, Beau is the epitome of these. Now that his baby sister Gabby is happily settled down, Beau has moved into the company loft in the heart of the French Quarter to be closer to his office while his own home is built. He doesnât have time for anything but the family he adores and the company that drives him.
If only the bewitching owner of the herb shop downstairs from Beauâs loft wasnât so damn tempting.
Mallory Adams is living the life. The good life. The best life for her. After years of hiding who she is, and the gifts sheâs been cursed with, Mallory opened her little shop in the French Quarter, offering herbs and lotions for anything from soothing a sunburn to chasing those pesky ghosts New Orleans is known for out of a clientâs home. Some call her eccentric, and some say sheâs simply odd, and thatâs okay with her. She is a bit odd, but in her experience, all of the best people are.
When an old pipe bursts in the loft above her store, flooding her storeroom, Mallory comes face to face with Beau Boudreaux, and she doesnât need the clairvoyant abilities that have been passed down through generations to know that sheâll never be the same. Beau is her exact opposite; serious, straitlaced. He wears suits for Peteâs sake and probably wouldnât know the difference between arnica and flaxseed if his life depended on it. But when he touches her, the electricity is through the roof and sheâs smart enough to know that a chemistry like theirs doesnât happen every day.
Can two people so very different possibly find their way to happily ever after?

I pull my phone out of my pocket to call Beau Boudreaux, who also happens to be my landlord.Of course, there is no answer.The man lives upstairs, directly above this shop. Canât he hear the water? Does he sleep like the dead?Or maybe heâs not home.
I frown and open my mind, searching the building.
Heâs home. I can feel his presence.
And he might be naked.
I immediately slam the psychic door shut and walk outside, up the wrought iron steps to his loft, and bang on the door.
âWake up,â I mutter. âAnd put some pants on.â
I raise my hand to bang again, but the door is flung open and thereâs Beau, rubbing sleep from his eyes, a frown on his handsome face.
Heâs pulled some sweatpants on.
Thank God.
âWhatâs going on?â he demands.
âI have a leak,â I reply and swallow hard, willing myself to keep my eyes on his face, and not the sculpted muscles of his torso. Iâve met the man exactly twice, including right now, but what he does to my libido is ridiculous.
Iâd forgotten that I have a libido.
Which is a sad statement all on its own.
âYou had to wake me up at four-thirty for a leak?â
âI have three inches of water on my floor,â I reply and turn to stomp down the stairs. âCome look!â
I donât look back as I wade back into my store. A few moments later, I hear Beau come clomping down the steps and look back as he fills the doorway with his wide shoulders. Heâs tall, pushing six-and-a-half feet. His hair is dark, and his eyes are like old whiskey.
Those whiskey eyes survey the space, frowning when he sees the amount of water on the floor.
âDo you know where itâs coming from?â
âThe bathroom,â I reply and lead him to it.
âThe fucking ceiling fan?â He exclaims and shakes his head. âI was expecting the toilet to be overflowing. Old plumbing is unpredictable.â
âI was expecting the same, but here we are,â I say and cross my arms over my chest. He glances back at me, and his eyes drop to my cleavage for just an instant before he looks me in the eye.
I donât uncross my arms.
âIâm going to shut off the water to the building.â
âGood idea.â
He rushes back outside and a few moments later, the water slows to a small trickle, and then fast drops.
He comes back inside and looks up. âMust be a broken pipe.â
âAre you a plumber as well as a billionaire mogul?â I ask, unable to resist.
His lips twitch. âIâm good at a lot of things.â
Oh, I just bet you are.
Never been there