She’d rehearsed it in her head over and over, planning what she would say and do. She’d wondered who might stumble across her tower in the farthest corner of the forest: a woodcutter, or a hunter, perhaps a merchant who had lost his way. Maybe an old medicine woman would be looking for herbs and ...
“Who are you kissing?” he asked. “Me or Mr. Darcy?”“Shut up, Mark,” I reached up and put my hand at the nape of his neck, running my fingers through his soft curls. “I’m kissing you, you idiot,” I said as I pulled his head down the rest of the way. I stood on tiptoe again and captured his mouth w...
NICHOLAS ROARED in surprise and relief as she stumbled back through the mirror. “Are you okay?”She bent over, propping her hands on her now jeans-clad knees and tried to catch her breath. The trip back through the mirror had disoriented her. The pulse of magic here was so different than from in t...