Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

Time slowed for half an instant, and Agatha was acutely aware of every place where their bodies touched. He smelled of clean soap, musk, and coffee. It was the perfect storm and it left her head foggy.

All that had transpired between them in a single day felt too deep. He was watching her like she was the villain, able to destroy him with one word.