Manhattan Miracle by Dee Dawning

What would you think if you woke up as someone else?

Manhattan miracle

Brad takes leave of his work buddies at Libation Station to make the acquaintance of Ginger, the most stunningly gorgeous woman he's ever seen. He's bedazzled, but taken aback when she reveals she's a paid escort. Even so, he's celebrating a promotion and this beauty is who he wants to end the night with. It's all good...
After a wondrous time on the town and an unforgettable night in a Manhattan hotel room, the couple awakes to a mind-numbing realization. A frazzled, inept newbie angel, based on a throwaway comment made in the heat of their lovemaking, has switched their brain power from one body into another. Now Brad is Ginger and Ginger is Brad. The flummoxed pair are outraged, angry, and totally baffled. In the heat of the confusion, Brad remembers he must be at work by noon to receive his big promotion—and he needs Ginger to make it happen.
And that's just the beginning...

Genre: FICTION / Romance / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Language: English

Keywords: paranormal romance, mild sex, suspense, action suspense, romantic humor, romantic thriller, love & , romance, angels

Word Count: 69k

Sales info:

This is a non-erotic version of EEK! I'm a Woman. When promoted sales are brisk.

Sample text:

I felt a slight brush of my hair, accompanied by the pleasant a floral fragrance of a woman's perfume. I turned my head to follow the retreating sound of a woman's high heels and was rewarded with a visual treat. Long blonde hair and a classic coke-bottle shape rode upon perfectly formed legs. It was as if Barbie doll had come to life.  

When she turned and ducked into the ladies room, I elbowed Lew. "Did you see that?" 

He nodded slow and precise. "The blonde?"

I nodded. 

"Yeah! Nice!"

"Did you see her face?" 

"Ah-huh. She's gorgeous. I watched when she and her equally hot friend came in. They must be models or something."

"Where's her friend?" 

I surveyed the lounge. 

"She's sitting at the bar. Tall, with auburn hair, wearing a short teal shift, and legs up to her waist."

I sighed. "She's stunning. Can you imagine what it must be like to look like that? To be that desired. If I was a woman and looked like that, I'm afraid I would be a real slut."

Lew laughed. "From what I can tell, you're a slut now." 

I laughed. "I'd like to be a slut, but I don't have the sex appeal. Men are so restricted, suits or sports coats and ties, while women like these, exude their sexuality through their clothing, hair and makeup, manicures, pedicures. It's not fair."

"Sounds like you'd like to be a woman."

"No, I'm happy as a man. I just think it might be a blast to be a sexy, trendy woman—to dress to your personality—to have guys come to you instead of having to go to women."

Lew started to answer me, but I put a hand across his to shush him as the blonde came out of the ladies room and strolled toward us.

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