As if electrocuted by two-twenty volts, I stare with my mouth dropped open. I know a God-damned spell when I feel one but can’t break free. That gorgeous tea-witch swears it’s not her doing but I’m not buying it. She’s a little liar. Don’t get me wrong, she’s stunning and I’d do her in a heartbeat but that’s not the point. I don’t like being compelled to do anything. Besides, I got serious Guild work to do. There couldn’t be a worst time to get shackled.
He obviously doesn’t like this attraction any more than I do but there’s nothing to worry about. I don’t need a boyfriend and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t choose him. All male witches, healing or warring, are arrogant, pig-headed, and best if bedded for one night. Otherwise, they try to tell you what to do, where to go, and are generally a pain in the ass. Besides, this one’s got a shadowy side, I can feel it hovering right under the surface.
Is it lust or love?
How do two people, forced together by an ancient spell, find their real feelings?
2017 Rone Paranormal Finalist writes another spell-binding tale of Magic and Mating
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