Selene Blackstone spends her days camped out in library corners with her nose glued to books. In a town like Brimrock, where she’s an outcast, she prefers her book friends to her real-life enemies. They’re a lot less judgmental. The rest of town believes she descends from a family of witches—including her evil witch grandma, Luna. In this case, the truth is stranger than fiction. She is a witch, and she’s cursed for all of eternity. Good thing her to-be-read list is pretty long…
Prickly Paranormal Investigator Aiden O’Hare speaks two languages: sarcasm and more sarcasm. He travels the country—and sometimes even the world—investigating strange phenomena with his best friend, Cory. Their investigations bring them to a cozy New England town called Brimrock, home to fabled evil witch Luna Blackstone. Armed with his dry wit, his bibliophilic love for books, and far too much free time, he’s determined to find out just what happened to Luna…
When Aiden meets Selene, he decides he must get to know her. When Selene learns Aiden is in town investigating her grandma, she knows she must stop him. He’s out to expose the truth. She’s out to keep it a secret. Neither expects to fall under each other’s spell, but sometimes love is supernatural.
It was like Noelle read her mind from halfway across town. She video called at that exact moment. Selene rolled her eyes before she answered.
“You didn’t think I was gonna forget, did you?”
“You never do—not where my dating life’s concerned. But I’m glad you called. I almost just put on another pair of jeans.”
Noelle’s eyes twinkled, framed by her thick false lashes. “We’re gonna have you looking fine tonight. Guaranteed. Give me a tour of the closet.”
Selene waved her fingers and her phone drifted on its own toward the racks. The camera hovered over each article of clothing for Noelle’s viewing pleasure. Noelle provided commentary when necessary. Almost all of the items were immediate nays. The one yay was from a studded leather jacket tucked away in the bowels of her closet. Selene snatched the phone out of midair and turned it around to herself.
“Noe, that’s your jacket, remember? You left it here last time you slept over.”
“I thought that looked too cute to be in your closet.” Noelle snorted out a laugh and then caught herself half a second too late. “Errr, I mean…we can build an outfit around that. It’s a real statement piece!”
“I’m not wearing a studded leather jacket,” said Selene, brows raised. “Too Fonz from Happy Days.”
“You’re right. Not your style. Okay, can I look at the back of the closet again? What was that LBD on the last hanger?”
“Little black dress. That could work!”
Selene waved her fingers and the black A-line frock jumped off the hanger and hung midair in front of the phone’s camera. Noelle hummed her approval.
“You’d look so cute in that! Add some heels and it’s perfect!”
“No dresses. You know I hate showing my thighs.”
“Selly,” said Noelle in exasperation, “you will slay in that dress, do you understand me?”
“It’s supposed to snow tonight.”
“So wear some tights. Take your coat. You’ll be fine.”
About the author:
Mila Nicks has a thing for romance. Chick lit, chick flicks, you name it, she’s there. She’s all about basking in a quality, well-told love story. It’s why she’s decided to use her passion for writing to pen love stories featuring women of color.
When she’s not engrossed in all things romance, she’s probably out shopping, sampling food off of someone else’s plate, or hanging with her feisty and dangerous pet chihuahua, Zayden.
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