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    Three Wishes (Once Upon A Romance, Book 15)
    Three Wishes (Once Upon A Romance, Book 15)
    Three Wishes (Once Upon A Romance, Book 15)
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    Three Wishes (Once Upon A Romance, Book 15)

    By Laurie LeClair

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    She’s a hotel heiress. He’s a rags-to-riches back to rags again street merchant. When their opposite worlds collide, not even dusting off a magic genie lamp can grant enough wishes to make them the same ever again...

    Spunky hotel heiress Zoey Lefleur Hollingsworth yearns for independence, so she works undercover at one of her family-owned hotels. Only she’s been put on blast. She’s got four weeks to come up with Plan B or succumb to the pressure of an arranged marriage to a man she’s never met, but her family champions. Who does that in this day and age?! There’s got to be a way out of this sticky mess in order for her to achieve her own dreams. Cue in the fake boyfriend...

    The devoted son of a late, disgraced jeweler, resourceful and charming Levi Hudson Malek longs to restore the tarnished reputation of his family’s good name with his own designs. Too bad he’s been ostracized from the industry and betrayed by his ex. Trust? Yeah, that went out the window fast. He can only depend on himself while he finds a way to pay for the expensive care for his ill mother and charge ahead with his work. But along comes opportunity to flip the script of his life in the most unexpected way...

    One incredible, perfect chance kiss in a hotel refrigeration unit—of all places—leads to more than Zoey and Levi bargained for. When they meet again applying at King’s Department Store, Zoey’s not about to let irresistible Levi and, maybe the answers to her prayers, slip away. His lukewarm reaction to her fake date request can’t dismiss the sparks firing between them. Now, she’s running out of time and options. So is he. Teaming up may be the worst idea ever for their growing attraction, especially when she’s hiding who she really is and fulfilling the magic of long-held wishes are put to the ultimate test.

    If you like funny, heartwarming, wholesome romances, then you’ll love Laurie LeClair’s romantic comedy, fairy tale retelling of Aladdin in the latest installment of her best selling Once Upon A Romance Series. Discover Three Wishes and unlock the hidden magic today!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLaurie LeClair
    Release dateMay 21, 2019
    ISBN9780463927656
    Three Wishes (Once Upon A Romance, Book 15)
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    Laurie LeClair

    Bestselling author Laurie LeClair writes about love, laughter, and happily ever after in her contemporary western romances, romantic comedies, sweet romances, contemporary romances, and contemporary women’s fiction books. Laurie’s habit of daydreaming has gotten her into a few scrapes and launched her to take up her dream of writing. Finally, she can put all those stories in her head to rest as she brings them to life on the page.Laurie considers herself a New Texan (New England born and raised and now living in Texas). She lives in Central Texas with her husband, Jim, who thankfully appreciates her sense of fun and love of travel. (Not so much the endless picture taking while hanging out the passenger window!) She loves to hear from readers!You can connect with me online:www.laurieleclair.comhttps://twitter.com/LeClairbookshttps://facebook.com/laurieleclair.75Books by Laurie LeClair:Once Upon A Romance Series (Romantic Comedy; Fairy tale retelling)If The Shoe Fits – Book 1Waking Sleeping Beauty – Book 2Taming McGruff – Book 3The Reluctant Beauty – Book 4Awakened By A Kiss – Book 5Tangled At First Sight – Book 6Finding Mr. Just Right – Book 7Making A Splash – Book 8Hoodwinked By A Wolfe – Book 9Baking From The Hart – Book 10Melting Her Heart - Book 11Princess In Hiding - Book 12Her Frog Prince - Book 13Forget Me Not - Book 14Three Wishes - Book 15Her Brave Heart - Book 16His Tiny Dancer - Book 17***A Very Charming Wedding Series (Once Upon A Romance spin-off; Romantic Comedy)The Bachelor And The Bride – Book 1The Boss And The Bride – Book 2The Bodyguard And The Bride – Book 3***Once Upon A Royal Wedding Series boxed set (Once Upon A Romance spin-off; Romantic Comedy)His Beloved Princess - Book 1Her Forever Prince - Book 2***The Cormac Family: Billionaire Sweet Romance (clean and wholesome, sweet romance)CEO Billionaire - Book 1Boss Billionaire - Book 2Best Friend Billionaire - Book 3Bride Billionaire - Book 4Bachelor Billionaire - Book 5***The McCall Brothers Series (Contemporary Romance; Western Romance)The Cowboy’s Rebellious Bride - Book 1The Cowboy’s Renegade Bride - Book 2The Cowboy’s Runaway Bride - Book 3The Cowboy’s Christmas Bride - Book 4***Cupid’s Corner Series (romantic comedy, clean and wholesome, sweet romance)Dear Cupid - Book 1Picture Perfect Bride - Book 2Falling For Her - Book 3***Wanted: Fairy Godmother (Romantic Comedy)***The Sweet Spot Series (Romantic Comedy)The Dating Dilemma – Book 1***Tempted By A Texan Series (Contemporary Romance; Western Romance)The Callahans – PrequelTravis – Book 1Cassie – Book 2***The Heart Series (Contemporary Romance)Secrets Of The Heart – Book 1Crimes Of The Heart – Book 2Lies Of The Heart – Book 3***The Bounty Hunter Series (Romantic Suspense)Murphy’s Law – Book 1Riley’s Rules – Book 2***The Long Journey Home (Contemporary Romance; Women's Fiction)***Runaway Wife (Contemporary Romance; Women's Fiction)***Sweet Summertime (Contemporary Romance; Women's Fiction)***An Angel Mountain Novel (Holiday Romance; Contemporary Romance)The Heart RemembersThe Gift Of HopeIf you enjoy my books, please leave a review.

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      Three Wishes (Once Upon A Romance, Book 15) - Laurie LeClair

      Three Wishes

      Once Upon A Romance Series, book 15

      by

      Laurie LeClair

      Copyright 2019 by Laurie LeClair

      All rights reserved. This work is not transferrable. Any reproduction of this work is prohibited without the permission of the author due to the infringement on the copyright. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the creation of the author or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or people, living or dead, is coincidental.

      Dedication (add later)

      Chapter 1

      You’re joking, right? Zoey Lafleur gulped past the dry, thick lump in her throat. H-here, here? In the building? No one had warned her. The pit in her stomach doubled in size. Oh great, a crater forming! Her long held plans took a plunge, nosediving in a spiral death swirl. This cannot be happening to me!

      Just my luck. Robin, her co-worker, who stood beside her behind the long elegant, sleek black hotel checkin counter, grumbled under her breath. I’ve got a pimple the size of Mount Everest on my chin and a big blob of healing stuff under another huge splat of spackle, which isn’t helping one bit. See?

      Really? Her skin issues were overriding my life crisis? Zoey cringed at the obvious raised bump on the young blonde’s pale skin. Yikes! Yeah, that’s bad. Blend. She snatched a tissue from the nearby black container. Spit on it first. A little. Once her friend had, Zoey wadded it up and dabbed gently, blurring the edges.

      Ow!

      Sorry. That’s a little better. You should go talk to Rico at King’s Department Store. He’s a whiz when it comes to skin care and makeup—

      And wedding dresses and everything. She sighed. He’s my all time fav. I watch his vlogs and his podcasts on their YouTube channel—on break, of course—and he’s a genius.

      That he is. Too bad we didn’t have him here now. Zoey tossed the tissue in the trash can under the counter and then patted her hair in its high twist and finger-brushed her bangs into place. The new style and subtle warm highlights in her brunette hair took getting used to and she needed to have every last strand in place. Do I look all right? For my crash and burn.

      Robin rolled her eyes. Of course you do. When aren’t you impeccably dressed and presentable?

      Thanks. She certainly didn’t see herself that way at all. Everyone dressed the same at the hotel—black skirt and jacket with a pristine white blouse for women, add on the mandatory nude stockings and low black heels and there you had it. It didn’t take a rocket scientist.

      Why had this visit have to happen today of all days? Running late for work—due to a busted hot water heater in her apartment building—didn’t sit well with her immediate supervisor, but this was worse.

      The luxury hotel owner and his two underlings showed up bright and early and completely unexpected. Why this one and not one of the other seventy or more he claimed all around the world? The lack of communication made this all the more worrisome for Zoey.

      Can you believe it? He’s calling in employees one at a time, interrogating them, I’m assuming. Gosh, I wonder if he’ll fire a bunch of us.

      Zoey’s thoughts ran rampant. Breathe in and out. Rein it in.

      She gripped the cool marble counter, staring over her computer screen to the gorgeous, immaculate lobby with the softly flowing fountain. It usually soothed her. Nope. Not this time.

      The hotel bar remained closed at this early hour. From all accounts the restaurant and separate cafe were doing a brisk business this morning. Even several of their guests ventured out to the small courtyard in the chilly temps. While a few stragglers came from the hotel gym to hop on an elevator, which Simon manned and whisked them back to their rooms.

      Her gaze went to each surface and white furnishings—neat, perfect. The pale hued flowers were fresh and perky—thanks to her friend Maggie at Forget Me Not—filling the air with a light, pleasant fragrance.

      Eyeing the front entrance, Zoey noted the clean, streak-free glass windows and doors. The bustling, mid-morning traffic gliding by far beyond and pedestrians dashing along the sidewalk made a flittering impression.

      All seemed calm.

      So why didn’t Zoey?

      Something was definitely brewing behind the scenes. She sensed the simmering tension among the staff as they quietly attended to their duties.

      The owner wasn’t here for an inspection; that had occurred a month ago. She should know. He’d made it clear then he wasn’t happy with her…

      And now he’s back.

      Her belly churned. She returned to scanning the information listed on the computer screen—plenty of guests for a weekday, taking note of the rooms they were in, room service orders, requested wake-up calls already completed, and certain requests to meet with the concierge for special events and outings.

      On the surface, everything appeared tip-top.

      Underneath, not so much.

      All Zoey had ever wanted was a fair shot here, just like everyone else who’d applied and gotten a position at the luxury hotel in Dallas. It wasn’t asking much to learn from the bottom up, in fact, it was unheard of where she came from. But she longed for that experience, gaining knowledge along the way.

      She might have a degree in hotel and hospitality management, but, as far as she was concerned, that didn’t give her the right to skip all the jobs in between and slide in to the top.

      If anything, she’d rather not. Corporate life was not for her. But tell that to the people hiring her. They didn’t believe her.

      The longer she worked at the hotel, the more defined she saw her role and her ultimate dream. Junior management, ha! No, she yearned to be the on-site, general manager one day, to oversee the entire operation in Dallas.

      It was a lofty goal for someone so young and inexperienced, but she could do it. She prided herself on seeing both the big and small picture—overall plans and the details. Most of all, the dedicated staff didn’t need to have their opinions and ideas brushed off or aside time and time again. They had value in their knowledge on how to run things.

      Zoey was a people person, first and foremost, and yearned to do more of it—leaning toward hospitality rather than reports and graphs first in a cubicle and then in a stuffy old office. She’d shrivel up and die if she had to sit behind a desk fifty or sixty hours a week. How boring!

      She loved having new challenges and experiences every day. No two days were ever alike. Days? Make that hours! And she thrived in that quick-thinking, hands-on environment.

      Work should fulfill a person, shouldn’t it?

      On the list of necessities, it was up there with air, as far as she was concerned.

      So she didn’t want a romance now. Maybe somewhere down the line in a year or two. What was the harm in that? Tell that to my overbearing family!

      They pulled in the boss first, of course. I hope he didn’t squeal like a little baby.

      The image of the kiss-butt guy doing that made Zoey giggle. You think?

      If anyone, he’d be the one. Robin nudged Zoey with her elbow. That guy caves under pressure. Big time.

      Of all days. First no hot water, which may go on for a while longer, so says the super, and then jumping in to a freezing shower to get ready. She shivered, recalling the stinging icy spray. Now my job’s in jeopardy.

      You really think it’s that bad for you?

      Zoey pasted on a smile and shrugged. You know, worry wart. However, deep down she knew trouble when she felt it. She spied a new item—unanswered on the screen.

      Oh, look. I’ll make sure the kitchen has seen this room service order. With all the finesse and decorum she could muster, Zoey waved off her work friend and made her getaway.

      She walked purposely across the lobby, her required smart black pumps clicking on the pale gray marble flooring with the darker veins and slashes of gray branching out. Zoey smiled warmly at several guests and chatted with them. Lovely day, isn’t it? Not. Are you enjoying your stay with us? If there’s anything I can do for you please just ask.

      The words weren’t hollow, just rushed as she had every intent of meeting their needs; however, at the moment, her desire to escape pulsed in her head over and over again. Like a dang rap song. Get away! Get away!

      What in the world would she say to defend herself this time?

      Zoe, you need to rehearse, girl.

      Less than five minutes later, she found the strangely silent kitchen. Empty? They must be on break before the rush for lunches for guests and in the lobby bar, which they covered. The restaurant, nearly on the other side of the hotel, had it’s own separate kitchen and staff to prepare meals.

      I don’t blame them for taking off in that narrow window of time. She soon realized if she went out the back to go over what she’d say in her upcoming meeting, she’d most likely run into a few of the prep employees and the chef in the little alleyway most retreated to for a quick smoke or bite to eat.

      There were few places to hide to practice without getting caught. Then she spotted the walk-in refrigeration unit. Maybe she could do some quick thinking in there; deadlines always made her decide quicker. And what better deadline than freezing?

      She should know from the bracing shower this morning.

      Five minutes. Ten tops.

      Zoey slipped in to the lit area. The blast of cold air whooshed over her, making her shiver yet again. Not such a good idea. She heard a noise behind her—the back door opening—so she scrambled in among the high shelves stuffed with vibrant fruits and veggies and all sorts of metal containers. At the end of the row, she found a forgotten wooden crate, upended it, and then plopped down.

      She had two things to hurry up and come up with—an excuse for being in here now and the words she’d use when she got called in to talk to the owner.

      Food, for the excuse. She spotted a small container of strawberries that would be the start of the fruit plate the guest wanted.

      Now, for the second part.

      Time ticked and she cupped her hands together, blowing on them.

      Nothing came—no words, no way out of this maddening dilemma.

      Beg!

      That seemed the one and only recourse for her now. Six weeks until her annual evaluation, that should help her cause in the end or until she came up with a solid Plan B—with every single detail in place.

      The freezer door popped open.

      Zoey jerked back, hiding herself. The frigid cold wall pressed along her back and she prayed this person would leave soon and before she was discovered.

      A tall man entered and allowed the door to shut behind him. Click. He didn’t wear the hotel uniform or the kitchen staff’s white attire. She’d never seen him before. Did he even work here? He wore jeans with a black t-shirt molded to his chest and skimming his hard abs and an unzipped worn, black leather bomber jacket. Well-worn boots completed his attire.

      Hot! Her belly clutched low and deep.

      Who would have thought she’d have to sneak into a huge hotel refrigeration unit to warm up?

      All alone with him.

      Strange how fear didn’t grip her.

      He brushed his longish, wavy brown hair off his forehead.

      She swallowed hard at his strong features—the lines and planes sharp and distinctive. She liked his defined, scruffy jawline. From here, she suspected he had warm brown eyes. Something feathered through her—whispery soft.

      The sexy-as-all-get-out man searched a few shelves, ducking his head until he found what he was looking for in one of those metal containers. He snitched a piece of wrapped chocolate—the kind they left on guests’ pillows at night.

      His smile—what she could see from his profile—tugged an invisible electric current all the way to her center.

      How could he do that?

      He tossed the one chocolate in the air and caught it and then pocketed it as he laughed low and deep.

      The delicious sound rattled her to her core. Zoey must have gasped.

      Who’s there?

      She stayed still, nearly frozen by the chilly air and by shock. He couldn’t find her.

      If only she could fold herself up like one of those contortionists right now. But nope. There was no getting any smaller or pressing any harder into the snug area she’d found.

      His heavy footsteps drew near.

      Dread drummed in her chest.

      With as much courage as she could gather, Zoey squeezed her eyes half open, finding him watching her.

      Who are you? His voice, rich and smooth, washed over her.

      Me? Who are you? Fight back. At least she worked here.

      I asked you first.

      And I asked you second.

      His chuckle rippled over her like warm maple syrup. That had to be her favorite, too. Come on. He squatted down to her level and reached out to touch her clasped hands. You’re like ice. He rubbed his over hers.

      Instant heat spread as his big hands gently brought hers to life, touching and kneading—the prickly sensations were clearly her blood returned. Yep, that’s all it was. She could get used to the way he searched her gaze. He did have brown eyes, but they were lighter than she’d first suspected. And the way he massaged her palms like that and then slid his over hers in an almost caress… Ay caramba!

      I-I’m fine. She swallowed hard. Thanks.

      How long have you been here? And who are you hiding from?

      That struck hard and fast. No one ever read her so accurately before. I’m on a break, all right? She yanked back her hands and then shoved at his hard, unyielding shoulders. What about you? You don’t work here. And you stole a chocolate. The reminder jolted her. "Why just one?" He could have taken a handful.

      Apparently, he did not like her interrogation since he stood abruptly, breaking all contact with her. You still haven’t told me who you are.

      And you still haven’t answered any of my questions. What had gotten into her? She never confronted anyone, never mind demand things from a stranger. Nerves?

      Muffled noises and voices from outside the freezer wafted to them. The kitchen staff apparently was returning.

      He tugged her up and pulled her to him.

      Zoey sucked in a shaky breath at the nearly full body contact. His warmth bathed her, quickly replacing any remaining chill. A shiver went down her spine like she imagined the touch of his fingertips would feel there. He smelled divine—sunshine and leather and all man. She tilted her head up from the vision of his solid chest to his strong chin to his firm lips and briefly to his mesmerizing eyes.

      Her heart beat thumped in that vein in her neck; his gaze took it in and he smiled slowly, knowing his effect on her.

      A gruff male voice called out and then the door jerked opened. "What the—?

      The stranger leaned down and kissed Zoey, soft, sweet, and gentle.

      Her breath stayed trapped in her lungs at the highly potent caress.

      One moment his lips touched hers and the next they were gone. Like a dream. He sprinted away, looking back once when he reached the door. Another day.

      It was a tantalizing promise.

      He quickly ducked out and disappeared.

      What was that all about? Zoe? Are you okay? Randy, one of the kitchen prep staff, looked from her and then to the back door.

      Zoey shook her head, trying to get her thoughts together. The sound of an engine revving brought her fully awake. She dashed after the guy only to find him speeding away on a faded red motorcycle.

      She touched her lips, still warm from his.

      Who was he?

      Chapter 2

      Levi Hudson Malek raced through the streets of Dallas on his motorcycle—Magic—keeping it barely under the speed limit. He veered onto the highway ramp and gunned it, easily joining in the flow of mid-morning traffic.

      On auto-pilot, he sat back, allowing the refreshing wind to whip over him as he headed to his next regular stop.

      However, his body sparked and flared at the thought of the woman he’d just left. Even in that prim and proper black hotel getup with the silky white blouse underneath, she was something—small, yet curvy in all the right places. Yeah, he felt her against him and he’d nearly moaned out loud.

      Her sassiness made him grin.

      The soft feel of her hands—tiny compared to his—sent his imagination into over-gear. He’d have liked it if she touched him, smoothing her palms over his chest and to his waist.

      In the dim light in the walk-in freezer, he’d seen the flash of awareness and attraction in her green eyes. He did a gut check even now at the swift, aching memory.

      The combination of the sweet taste of her lips and her heady jasmine perfume lingered. Levi wanted nothing more than to turn his bike back around and charge in that hotel to kiss her tender mouth, first with gentleness and then with the growing hunger pulsing inside him.

      What’s wrong with me?

      He groaned, shaking his head at the impossibility of it. Wanting her, or any woman, right now would not only sidetrack him from what he really wanted, but ruin his future plans.

      No one could get in the way.

      His exit appeared and he eased his motorcycle off and then through the busy streets, dodging quickly changing traffic lights and all-too-anxious drivers with bad braking reflexes.

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