The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

Then he—then he gasps, sucks all the air straight out of my body, and it sounds so excruciatingly ardent.

Every place he touches sparks so strongly that the club won’t need their light shows—we can create pyrotechnics on our own.

Three days. It’s only been three days since I kissed him—earlier tonight was barely a kiss, not like this—and the moment we connect, it’s oxygen after being submerged, it’s something I missed. How could I have missed it? I’ve kissed plenty of people and never craved it as it was happening, never felt it trigger some otherworldly hunger that possesses me in a rage.

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve stopped believing there’s a way to get this out of my system at all. I’m pretty sure you are my system now.”

After that, he’s mine, for the rest of our miserable lives, and he’s just going to have to deal with it.

this project, has always symbolized healing for me. I didn’t think it was ever something I’d get, though. And it wasn’t something I got, not all at once—I got it slowly, the smoothing of a scar there, the stitching together of a wound here. Part of healing is growing again, too, even if it risks those scars stretching, even if the skin breaks back open.