Divine Rivals (Letters of Enchantment, #1)

by Rebecca Ross

Iris straightened and turned, wincing when she saw Roman standing on the kitchen threshold. He was leaning on the doorframe, watching her with hooded eyes.

ive never met a real guy who leans in doorways. but all fictional men do it. why?

She flicked on the desk lamp and carefully turned the pages, which were so old they were speckled with mold and felt like silk beneath her fingertips. Pages that smelled like dust and tombs and places that could be reached only in the dark.

love this.