ALL ROMANCE EXCLUSIVE
THE FORTUNE TELLER
BY SELENA KITT
REGISTER, READ AND
CAST YOUR VOTE!

THE FORTUNE TELLER

ONE BITE CONTEST

ALL ROMANCE EBOOK’S ONE BITE CONTEST

REGISTER, READ and VOTE

for The Fortune Teller by Selena Kitt

The women in John’s life seem to know more about what John’s heart really wants than he does. His sister encourages him to see a psychic to sort things out but the fortune teller only adds to his confusion. Who does John really love – and is it fate or is it choice?

EXCERPT:

“You should go.”

John ignored his sister and picked up the card she’d left on the table—no moon or crystal ball, just thick, cream-colored paper with the words “Rebecca – Psychic” in raised letters.

Not another Rebecca.

He ran his thumb over the elegant script, his mind flashing on his Becca, wondering. The possibilities were endless. Thinking about her married and settled with two kids, a dog and a minivan made him cringe. But imagining her in that place, locked away like she’d been when their world had ended in fire, and his had become like ice…that was too much to bear.

Maybe she’s happy. He clung to that hope.

Even five years later, he missed her more than he would ever admit to anyone, let alone his sister, sitting across from him at the café table drinking her skinny latte and smirking at him. He cursed her silently for mentally opening the wound. He didn’t need to be thinking about Becca—especially not now, today of all days.

“Rebecca—no last name. Shouldn’t it be The Spectacular Rebecca? You know, like The Amazing Kreskin?”

Julia sipped her latte, looking out the window, her gaze avoiding his. Oh great, now she’s pouting.

“Okay, what did she tell you?” he went on. “Let me guess—you’re going to win the lottery.”

Julia snorted softly, putting her cup down. “She’s not that kind of psychic.”

“She doesn’t tell the future?” He took a big gulp of his coffee—steaming hot and black—hoping the heat might loosen the crushing ache in his chest.

“She’s doesn’t tell the future about material things…at least, not anymore.” She frowned. “It’s all about relationships and interactions.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, checking the text coming in on his cell. He was waiting for a buyer for a very expensive 17^th century armoire to call, but it was just his mother. She probably wanted him to go see the psychic, too. “But you’re married—you and Tim having issues?”

“She can tell you about more than just marriages.” Julia’s face changed in an instant and he recognized it, that desperately hopeful look, and knew already what she was going to say. “She said I’m going to get pregnant.”

“Oh?” John hid his clenched fists under the table. “Did she give you any timeline?”

Julia and Tim had been trying for three years—three long heartbreaking years. Four miscarriages and one failed adoption later, they were still trying. John thought any sane person would have given up but his sister wasn’t sane when it came to this, and far be it from him to try to argue with a woman’s biological clock.

“She said it would be this cycle.” His sister beamed.

“Well, for your sake, I hope she’s right.” He meant it.

“Anyway, you should go.” Whenever she was up to something, one side of his sister’s mouth always betrayed her with a slight smirk. “Ask her about Josie.”

He scoffed, checking his cell again, regretting the day he ever taught his mother how to send a text message. “I don’t need a psychic to tell me what to do with my love life.”

She shrugged, sipping her latte. “If you say so.”

“As a matter of fact,” John said, deleting the text. “I’m proposing to Josie.”

“Oh my god!” She choked on her coffee. “When?”

“Tonight.” He pulled the ring out of his pocket and flipped the gray velvet box open. His sister gasped at the three carat diamond in a unique antique platinum setting he had discovered in the south of France on a buying trip. “Made reservations at La Maison.”

Julia sighed. “That’s the perfect place for a proposal.”

“That’s what I thought.” He snapped the box closed and pocketed it again. It had been burning there for days and he found himself checking its existence every hour or so. “But don’t overwhelm me with your congratulations or anything.”

“Oh John, I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I just…are you sure? You know I love Josie, I think the world of her…but…”

“I’m sure.” He cut her off, picking up his coffee, ignoring the inquiring look in her eyes.

“John, I…hang on.” Julia fished her ringing cell phone out of her pocket, whispering to him, “It’s the doctor’s office,” before actually saying, “Hello?…yes, this is she… yes, I… oh… yes, I will…thank you.”

John watched her eyes, not even realizing he was holding his breath, trying to predict the news by her reaction. Her face was pale, her hands shaking as she flipped the phone closed.

“Sis?” He prompted her and she swallowed, dazed. He readied himself for the tears, his arms already opening to comfort her. “What is it? Are you okay?”

“I’m…okay,” she managed, blinking as if the light was too bright. She opened her mouth and then closed it again, the words caught, and then she said them, surprising them both. “I’m pregnant.”