From Bad to Cursed (The Witches of Thistle Grove, #2)

by Lana Harper

don’t mean it this time, I promise,” Talia assured her, “and you’ll never hear me say anything like that again.” She paused, cocking her head. “Well, unless he actually deserves it.” “Kindly don’t make me smack a convalescing woman upside her sickly head.”

“The voice of Thistle Grove plays no favorites,” Emmy said primly. “But I will admit you’re obnoxiously hot. And charismatic almost to a fault.”

“Choose your own dichotomy,” Talia finished. “Because it doesn’t matter. We were always built to be both.”

“I can’t help it,” I told him, reaching up to cup his face, smiling up into his eyes. “Because the thing is, I’m a Leo—and it’s a fact of life and the cosmos that we’re naturally dramatic. So you, Rowan Thorn, are going to have to deal.”