Wickedly Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #2)

by Jennifer Chipman

I took in the space, inhaling the smell of sweets and coffee beans. It was a smell that instantly made me feel like home.

I’d always thought Pleasant Grove at night was magical, and the waning crescent moon in the sky was like a calming balm to my racing thoughts.

guess I just want someone to build a life with. Someone who will love me through all of it. Someone who feels like home.”

Swoon. He was hot. The kind of man women would definitely claim was their book boyfriend.

“I believe fate guides us to where we’re supposed to be. But the rest is up to us. A soulmate may be predestined to fall in love with you, but without trust and care, there’s no chance of a lasting relationship.”

Perhaps I should have been more like Willow, reading our family grimoire instead of romance and fantasy books, and then I’d know what to do in this kind of situation.

I’d never been more attracted to this man than when he was tearing creatures apart for me. What did that say about me?

Endless rows of books beckoned me, begging to be read.

“Because you’re my light in the dark. You shine so bright, Luna. I never thought… No, could have never even imagined you. How you would illuminate my entire world.”

Soulmates or not, I’d never found someone who felt like home before. Who saw every piece of me and loved all of it. Someone who’d do anything for me.”

And maybe that was the dangerous thing about dreams. They always left you wanting more.

Because finding your mate wasn’t guaranteed in our world. And finding them was a bit like learning there was another half of your heart living outside of your body.

His eyes raised to meet mine from underneath his gorgeous eyelashes—it was really unfair that men got such nice ones—and

My wife. My queen. My mate. I was all of those things, but also I was still me. Luna Clarke, daughter of witches. Baker. Hopeless romantic. Avid reader.

You’re my moon, Luna. Even when you’re not around, I can feel my pull to you. You’re the brightest thing in my night sky. The thing I always look for to know I’m home.