A Forbidden Alchemy (The Artisan Trilogy)

by Stacey McEwan

Patrick gulped, his cheeks pinkening slightly. I would have bet my last penny that he didn’t have any sisters, and he’d never seen a girl drop her skirt before.

He shook himself from his reverie. “Well,” he said. “That fuckin’ showed me, didn’t it?” Patrick Colson liked to say fuck a lot.

All of it reminded Patrick of that courtyard girl—the one whose hand he’d held in Belavere City. The one whose cheek he’d kissed. The one he’d thought of every day since.