Your Wish Is My Command — Stephanie Bancroft

When a quick rub of an old brass teapot set off a tremor that reduced his antiques store to a shambles, Ladden Sanderson groaned. At least the exotic carpet he'd rescued from an estate sale would intrigue designer Jasmine Crowne, but what he really wanted was the lady herself! Jasmine felt a rush of sensual awareness in the dusty shop, but why, after three years of friendship, was she restless to feel Ladden's hands on her body now? Could it be magic?