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the best cure for anything was candles and a bath,
A woman after my own heart
Those assholes may have founded this town,
It's always the founders who are the biggest douche bags
Sir Purrcival,”
What a sweet name for such a sweet gentleman!!!!
“betrothed.”
Okay, what is this the 1800s?
“Goddess, we beseech you that this man shall never again darken Vivi’s door nor her vagina.”
“Goddess,” Vivi said, taking another sip, “we beseech you that he never again use his dimples for evil against unsuspecting maidens.”
“Goddess, we beseech you to make sure his hair never does that thing again. You know the thing we mean.”
“Goddess, we beseech you to make him the sort of man who will forever think the clitoris is exactly one-third of an inch away from where it actually is.”
Isn't this the case for most men already? Does that even count towards the hex?
“You broke my heart, Rhys Penhallow,” she said. “And we curse you. You and your whole stupid, hot line.”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure ‘Orchard Hayride’ isn’t in league with darkness.”
I dunno, it DOES smell pretty diabolical
That was the direction he headed in
I assume the pub but its not really clear
“Every twenty-five years, a Penhallow must return to strengthen the ley lines, and this year, that Penhallow shall be you.”
resting glare face
Ah, the male equivalent of RBF
Vivi loved it more than a person should probably love her workplace.
I'll have what she's having pleeeease
If Stevie Nicks taught middle school art was the way Gwyn always described her mother’s look,
Gwyn standing by the stove, wearing a T-shirt that said, Witch Don’t Kill My Vibe, and eating macaroni and cheese out of the pot.
Gwyn's mah girl
saving his leather jacket.
Not the leather jacket! It's a tall-dark-and-handsome requirement!
Had he always found polka dots so instantly, intensely erotic?
I dunno bro, you should unpack that in therapy
“You almost ran your ex-boyfriend over with a car, and then left him lying in the literal dirt on the side of the road. It is such a big deal, you absolute queen.”
His eyes were hidden by sunglasses despite the gray day, a look that would’ve been douchey on any other man, but one that he was, unsurprisingly, pulling off.
I know this feeling well--I hate when they can pull it off lol it's so much more annoying!
The going home part is really what I want you to focus on.”
Savage
It seemed a little too much of a coincidence that the second he arrived back in Graves Glen after nine years away,
“The Full Potter,” he repeated. “Not finding out you’re a witch until you’re older, not growing up with it. ‘Yer a witch, Vivi,’ that sort of thing.”
Not me reading this with the voice of Hagrid...lol
He didn’t shriek exactly
Love a male jump scare lol
Didn’t a man get to be epically romantic in a magic cave?
I'll allow it
“You . . . literally said, ‘I curse you, Rhys Penhallow,’ and now you’re surprised that I, Rhys Penhallow, am cursed?
“Which is a crime and a sin,” Rhys said, licking a stray bit of icing off his thumb, a gesture that made Vivi’s own face suddenly feel a little pink.
But that he’d hurt her badly enough that she’d done this . . . Fuck, that bothered him.
Tell me this is fiction without telling me this is fiction…95% of men would never.
She’d worn her hair up today in a messy knot caught at the back of her neck, and in spite of everything, Rhys’s fingers itched to reach out and take it down.
You better not! She might have spent half an hour making that bun look perfectly imperfect!
Satan’s teakettle whistle,
Iconic
You’re an adult woman going through a stressful time in her life, and now your hot-as-hell ex is back in town and wants to kiss your face off. I say smoke ’em if you got ’em, babe.”
We all deserve a Gwyn in our lives
What Rhys knew was that kissing her had felt like waking up. Like he’d been drifting sleepily through everything for the past nine years until he tasted her mouth again and remembered what actually being alive felt like. Better than any magic, Vivienne’s kiss.
even their knees touching.
Scandalous
undulating
Romance writers fucking love this word
keep talking shit about my cat, and I will personally kick you down this mountain.”
