Stories by the Word Witch
The Grand Design
Artist Stephen McClintock has lost his inspiration in the mess his house has become. It's interior decorator and witch Amy Pettibone to the rescue to salvage his unharmonious habitat. One meddling mama, a pair of lusty, mischievous fairies and too much tequila bring the pair closer than they ever expected.
What Reviewers are saying about The Grand Design...
The Grand Design brings the magical world and the normal together in a story that cooks from the start. Stephen and Amy come off the pages at you when they first meet, and I just knew that the flames would happen soon. Ms. Gilbreath takes a good story and makes it into a great one by adding the extra magical touches that kept me turning the pages and grinning the entire time. - Jo from Joyfully Reviewed
Stephen McClintock has lost his inspiration fairy because of romance. In this motivating tale, Melanie Gilbreath stirs some sizzling sensations and vivid descriptions. - Linda L- 5 Angels, Fallen Angel Reviews
Melanie Glibreath brings to life, an interfering mother, two small fairies, a witch and a mortal man in an enchanting tale of love. - Shalya- 5 Blue Ribbons- Romance Junkies Reviews
This was a really fun romp into the daily lives of Stephen and Amy. This story was funny, witty, and full of sensual undertones. - Missy- 5 Cups Coffee Time Romance
The Grand Design can be found in Spellfire Moons published by Midnight Showcase.
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Excerpt from The Grand Design....
Stephen could not believe how much progress he made on the sculpture. With a tired, yet pleased smile, he stood back and surveyed his work. His smile faded into a frown. That woman stayed on his mind most of the day, in a peripheral sort of way and it showed, the figure took on a decidedly sensual tone.
This did not please him. He really didnt have anything really against Amy, except that she invaded his space and was a crackpot to boot. If it were not for the mention of his mothers name, Stephen would have hustled her out of his house posthaste.
Now that his focus shifted from the all too consuming statue to his unwitting muse for the day, he realized with a jolt that hours passed and he had not heard a peep out of her. Was she still here? And what exactly had she been doing? Curious despite himself, he laid down his chisel and went in search of her.
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"Ew, well, no doubts the man is a bachelor, no woman would tolerate that!" Amy exited the bathroom, her notes in one hand and the well used can of Lysol in the other. She shuddered. "Gah, I think something winked at me from behind the toilet. How on earth does he use that commode?" She asked herself as she returned her can of Lysol to her bag. Bacteria could hide anywhere, and one could not be too careful when traipsing about strange mens bathrooms.
"I beg your pardon?"
Amy wrinkled her nose at her host. "Your bathroom is a disgrace. Dont you ever clean?"
"Been kind of busy here, you know, show deadline, must work," he shrugged, "some things fall by the wayside."
"Cleanliness should never fall by the wayside, Mr. Mclintock." She lectured primly.
His lips twitched. "So, how is the psychic re-do going? Have you tapped into the aura or whatever it is. Whooooo." He waved his fingers in the air in front of him.
She arched a brow. She thought to break the news gently, however his snide sarcasm rubbed her the wrong way. Rising to her full height she stared at him. "Actually no. I am afraid the situation requires my round the clock attention." Her smile deliberately held a touch of malice as she dropped the bomb. "I shall be staying here for the next few days."
Stephen stared at her, gaping like a landed trout. "What?" he shook his head violently. "No. OH, no, no, absolutely not, under any circumstances are you moving in here."
While he continued to rant her calm expression did not change, but she did reach for her mobile phone. Flipping it open she quickly selected a number and dialed, bringing the phone up to her ear.
Stephen halted in mid tirade. "What are you doing?"
"Calling your mother."
He actually felt the color drain from his face. "Don't..."
