TUESDAY TEASER

Hello everyone and welcome to another issue of Tuesday Teaser, today's teaser comes from high society glitz and glam and you better watch out before it puts a spell on you.
I hope you all enjoy this sneak peek.
Ginny
xx

Today's Tuesday Teaser is from 666 Park Avenue by Gabriella Pierce. Published
February 1st 2011 by William Morrow Paperbacks
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 Jane thought she was living a fairy tale. Now she has to contend with burgeoning magical powers and a soon-to-be mother-in-law who is a witch ... literally

Welcome to New York City, where the socialites are witches.

Jane Boyle has been living a fairy tale. When her boyfriend Malcolm proposes, Jane can't believe her luck and decides to leave her Paris-based job as a fledgling architect and make a new start with him in New York. But when Malcolm introduces Jane to the esteemed Doran clan, one of Manhattan's most feared and revered families, Jane's fairy tale takes a darker turn. Now Jane must struggle with new found magical abilities and the threat of those who will stop at nothing to get them.

Welcome to 666 Park Avenue....




TEASER:
 When she arrived home, the gloomy inside of the Dorans’ mansion caused her good mood to waver a bit (even in spite of Gunther’s decidedly cheerful snoring). She sidestepped the paneled elevator in favor of the staircase tucked behind it, hoping that raising her heart rate would counteract the effects of too much tapestry. The nondescript wooden door on the sixth floor accepted the same code as the elevator and, as an added bonus, let her in right next to the kitchen. Snagging an apple from the blue-and-white bowl on the center island, she wandered slowly down the hall, wondering if Malcolm was home yet. While she appreciated his ambition—especially in light of the family fortune that made it totally unnecessary—lately it seemed as though his work ethic was getting out of hand. He had had to fly to California for an auction series over the weekend, and had been gone by the time she woke up every morning since, leaving nothing but a trace of warmth and his lingering spiced-champagne scent to confirm that he had ever been in the bed at all. They had sat across from each other at the rather stiff, formal family dinners at night, but she was beginning to miss the easy rapport they had in private . . . not to mention the explosive chemistry. It was getting to the point where she was considering leaving him an extremely detailed and explicit note that explained in vivid terms exactly what she missed.