Spells of Iron & Bone (Tarot Academy, #1)

by Sarah Piper

There’s nothing the universe loves more than a chance to show us how truly breakable we really are.

“You’re amazing, Stevie. Beyond perfection.” “Thank you,” I say, but my brain must be channeling Jessa, because all I really hear is… You’re amazing, Stevie. Allow me to tie you down and remove your clothing with my teeth, after which I’ll read you dirty love poems and lick every inch of your skin until your legs are trembling and you’re begging me to make you⁠—

But then he goes, “So, I hope you’re hungry, because Lala and I made tacos,” and I’m basically ready to marry him.

“Miss Milan, if you nibbled on lettuce in the presence of authentic homemade tacos, I’d drag you out to the middle of the desert and leave you for the coyotes.”

“Sweet, sweaty balls of the devil,” I breathe.

“I’m okay.” I let out a breath. “But guys, tell me something. Honestly.” “Girl, what’s wrong?” Isla asks. “Do I…” I peer up at them, my lashes fluttering dramatically. “Do I have slutty little eyes?” “Well, I didn’t want to say anything,” Nat says, “but yeah, your eyes are basically begging for it.” “Dial it down, eye-whore,” Isla says,

I hit the pause button on my shameless flirting long enough to scrape the bottom of my fucks to give bucket, but sadly, I come up empty. All out, ladies! Sorry!