The Kitchen Witch author Annette Blair serves up a charming tale of a beautiful witch cursed by her ex-boyfriend who is appointed to work with a former hockey star, the one man who can melt the ice around her heart.
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1 . HOT! HOT! HOT! SECOND TIME IS A CHARM!!
Posted August 03, 2009 by Tammy , TulsaThe second book in this series is just as fantastic as the first! I LOVE IT! You should really treat yourself to this series. I recommend reading in order since all the main characters from book one appear in this one as well and you will understand their personalities better. I'm getting ready to purchase the third in the series and enjoy some more.
January 02, 2006
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Excerpt from My Favorite Witch by Annette Blair
NHL Wizard Jason Pickering Goddard left the battered podium to a round of applause and sat beside his grandmother on the gym stage of St. Anthony's Home for Boys. "Dreams die," Jason whispered. "Life sucks. That's what they should learn. I didn't do them any favors with that 'dreams do come true' crap."
His grandmother bristled without ruffling a manicured feather. "Reality, they've got," she said. "Hope is what they need."
Jason winced. She might as well have said, "They're a hell of a lot worse off than you are, so stop feeling sorry for yourself," and she was right. But he sure as hell wished the boys heading for the gym exits would stop looking back at him with all that misplaced hero worship.
Damn it. He'd screwed up. It didn't make sense, him talking about dreams, not after he'd drunk himself senseless and lost his.
Wait a minute. . . .
Jason raised his chin and gave the woman who raised him a sidelong glance. What he saw should not have surprised him: a manipulating matriarch running a power play. Well, well, well. He relaxed in his chair, stretched his legs to ease the ache in his knee, and folded his arms across his chest. "Gram, why did you really drag me here today "
"What Well . . . you never get to see the good that the Pickering Foundation does."
"Good This place is falling apart."
Every inch the society matron, his grandmother barely winced before she tilted her head in belated approval. "My point exactly."
She was angling for something, Jason knew, but what "You want a bigger donation, just say so."
The benevolent old fraud cleared her throat, fidgeted with her Dior handbag, and looked everywhere but at him before she patted his hand. "Thank you, dear."