If only she could. Magnus hadn’t seemed to appreciate her new pixie look. It had taken a mess of product and a hot dryer to straighten the curls. Why should she care what he liked? It was her head and her life. Liar. She’d wanted him to kiss her. She’d wanted to feel like a female and not some tool to be used. There for a little while—at the beach, when they’d danced—she’d almost thought it would happen, that she might actually attract a man’s interest. At this rate, she could die a virgin. Did she have to seduce the damned man? Not happening. She was an introvert for a reason. She crawled between the sheets and pulled the blankets up so she could have the windows open and hear the surf. She heard him return from the bathroom. He’d turned out all the lights but she thought he was wearing a t-shirt and boxers. They didn’t make him look any more approachable.
What do You think about THE RISK OF LOVE AND MAGIC?
