One lost Australian tourist. One mischievous Christmas Sprite. One magical apartment complex. One Christmas gift to be remembered for a lifetime.
Welcome to Serendipity Estates, where accidental meetings, a little magic, and a bit of hot lust are a recipe for love ever after. We hope you enjoy your stay.
Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal.
When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, two yabbies hell-bent on destroying their tank and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Having no idea how old she really is, Lexxie decided to go with 27 and has been that age for quite some time now. It's the best of both worlds - old enough to act mature, young enough to be silly.
And silly she can be. Just ask her husband who frequently has to endure her bursting into song whenever the mood strikes her, feeling him up in public (one of her favorite pastimes), or rolling around in the sand with their dog - a large mutt of dubious origins who causes almost as much havoc around the neighborhood as Lexxie herself. Or squealing her way down the slide at the local park with her daughter!
Lexxie lives by two simple rules - measure your success not by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try everything at least once. As a consequence, she's laughed her way through many an eyebrow raising adventure.
Serendipity 7C is a quick tongue-in-cheek laugh that begins when Jack McKenzie leaves Australia at the height of summer for a visit with his cousin in Charlie, Texas. He arrives in Texas exhausted from his flight stuck between two huge men of questionable hygiene to a Texas winter storm. He has the address and arrives at 7C, Serendipity Estates, 155 Cherry Lane. Exhausted, jet lagged, and desperate for a Tooheys, he knocks on the door and…it’s not his cousin who answers; a beautiful red-head who has never heard of Bruce McKenzie tells Jack she’s lived there since the complex was built. But it’s Christmas eve and she invites Jack in for a hot shower and a drink.
We’ve all had those days where one knows: I know how to read, I know this is the address but where the blazes am I? Only thing is, my mistakes never turn out how Jack’s mistake does.