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

by Sara Raasch

Lock up your kids, Sebastian Walsh might come along and tempt them to fall upon the sacrificial altar of student debt.

What’s the point of magic if you don’t get to use it for silly shit anyway.

“I don’t think Elethior has committed any actual war crimes.” “How would you know? And if he hasn’t, his family has.” Orok’s chuckle is humorless. “And we should be held responsible for what our families do?”

Normally, a notification about an adventure party so close would have me wrestling Orok out of his hangover so the two of us could play gawkers with a few dozen other people.

Ghostmates’

“Go fuck yourself, Walsh.” “I will, and I’ll think of you while I do it.”

“What if I want to talk about it,” he repeats, “because I can’t stop thinking about it?”

Kissing Elethior Tourael should be as catastrophic as the worst thing I’ve done. And it is. But it’s not a bad catastrophe, and I never knew, never fucking knew that calamities could be wondrous, too.