The Magic of Destiny (Emerald Lakes #4)

by Britt Andrews

Snatching the book from the desk, I peeped the title. Rooksgrave Manor. Damn. ‘Don't you dare open that book,’ Bagheera growled, and I sighed. ‘Fine. But it's up next on my TBR as soon as we're out of here.’ I pouted, pulling the door open and propping it open with the novel. Fuck, what a waste of fine words...

“Well, then hurry the fuck up before thumb—I mean, before somebody sees us,” Fish urged, and I couldn't help it. I barked a laugh as I pressed the thumb to the pad. “You almost said thumb-body. I can't wait to tell Firefly.” I chuckled,

Yeah, there’s my heart melting through my body and exiting my vag. It’s no longer wetness from arousal down there. It’s my actual heart turning into a puddle of love juice.

I'm strong. I'm worthy. My intrusive thoughts are warped, harmful things that have no business in my brain.