Love Charm for Dakota

Nantucket is the home of hedge fund titans, old money and hidebound tradition. Habits are comfortable, and the habits of the rich are very comfortable. Into Cabot Saltonstall's sedate world blows Dakota Bishop, possessor of a wild spirit and a magical love charm. Cabot's blue-blood family history includes an ancestor who resigned from the Salem Witch trials, because he refused to believe in witchcraft.

But Cabot himself is all too willing to be bewitched.

Dakota can't stay still long enough for anyone to tie her down. She's an Air Force brat with a far-flung family which has never clung to any one place or customs. Clearly, Cabot is too conventional to be the right kind of guy for her. If only he'd have sex with her so she could get him out of her system. Why does he need to be so traditional with his emotions and plans for the future?

Does she know enough of witchcraft to overcome the spell of the accidentally cast love charm? Or does Cabot know enough of love to capture her?

It's Christmas, and anything, especially love, is possible...

Reviews for Carly Carson Books:

From Chris Meade at Romance Junkies (4.5 stars): "ECLIPSE OF THE HEART will captivate readers with its deeply moving storyline. Carly Carson has managed to capture the essence of true love. For an unforgettable story of the power of love to heal all wounds, look no further than ECLIPSE OF THE HEART."

5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews (Rachel C.) for Scarlet and the Sheriff
"The sex is hot but also emotional, the feelings and trust weaved in to each word and gesture. Ms. Carson's voice is light and flirty and she delivers an entertaining read, one well worth spending your money on."

Excerpt from Love Charm for Dakota:

Cabot's shoulders bunched slightly as he turned toward her in the hot tub. Dakota braced herself for a seductive assault. But all he did was reach around underwater until he found her hand and clasped it in his.

"Tell me about yourself," he said.

Her gaze snapped onto his. He wanted to talk? That was so not what she'd been expecting. But why not? "I've skied in Chile in July," she said, "I love raw squid, and I'm a level 2 certified scuba diver."

"You're adventurous, in other words."

She laughed. "Your turn, banker boy."

"I'm a licensed pilot, I've performed in the Nutcracker, and--" He squeezed her hand. "--I'm not a boy."

"The Nutcracker?" She seized on that oddity to avoid thinking about the implications of his last phrase. Because his "not-a-boy" parts were close enough to reach, and she really wanted to reach for them.

"My sister took ballet lessons for years. One year they needed extras." He shuddered. "My mother dragooned me."

"You know ballet?"

"As well as a tree can."

"A tree?"

"That was my part. They quickly realized they didn't want me even pretending to dance. Fortunately, despite my heroic performance as an evergreen, they didn't invite me back the following year."

She giggled. It was impossible to imagine him dancing around on a stage. The pilot thing was more his style. "Do you have a plane?"

"Nothing fancy."

She rolled her eyes. "A private plane, by definition, is fancy."
He winked. "I'd love to take you for a ride."

"That line has been used up, put in a casket, and buried."

His leg touched hers. "It was irresistible right then, believe me."

She had to gulp in a breath. His thigh was warm and muscular and rough with hair. She wanted him to lift his leg and place it over hers--