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

by Sara Raasch

Shit-stirring is my love language.

I’m wearing an Elizabethan neck ruff of hackles.

I have a fairly masochistic personality, but that’s taking self-flagellation too far, even for me.

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.