Description
Sophie Madrigal tells the fortunes of anyone curious enough to pass the velvet curtain of her makeshift parlor -- and Gabriel Caine is just such a man. The black-clad bounty hunter is on the hunt for a murderer, and nothing will stop him from bagging his prize. So when the gorgeous Gabriel laughingly offers his palm, Sophie feels compelled to reveal everything e or almost everything. What Sophie doesn't divulge is that she, too, appears in his future. Or that she is at a loss to explain the heady scent of sweet spice that swirls around her whenever Gabriel is near. ""Magic,"" claims her wise old aunt, and Sophie fears the woman must be right. For nothing short of magic -- unless it is love -- could have ensnared her so completely in Gabriel's fate.