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Shoving the papers and books littering my coffee table aside, I set the glass bowl in the center of it, my notebook and pen ready to go beside it. The spell was easy enough to remember, and the things I needed were even easier to gather.
Kneeling on the floor, I rip a piece of paper from the notebook, and, with shaky writing, I write my wish.
I wish Ian Lachlan MacTavish was real, and I wish he loved me.
I stare at the note, my lips twisted to the side. No. That’s not a good wish. I can do better than that.
Balling it up, I toss it to the floor and write another.
I wish for true love, and Ian Lachlan MacTavish is the only one who can give it to me.
Before I even finish writing the words, I crumble it into a ball and send it flying across the room. Who knew writing a wish would be so hard?
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as I wait for the perfect wish to hit me. The perfect words.
What do I really want?
I want a man who loves me—no, I want one who’s obsessed with me. I want one who would rather die than not be with me. One who will hang on my every word and who can’t get enough of my kisses.
One who can actually find my clit would be great, too.
My eyes flutter open as I grab a fresh piece of paper. Okay, I can do this. It’s one silly little wish that’ll likely never come true anyway.
I wish for my dream man to come true.
Folding the paper, I drop it in the glass bowl, and I swear on everything I am, the light in the kitchen flickers. Something’s happening—magic is happening.
The lighter shakes in my hand as I press the button to ignite the flame. It comes to life, the heat radiating from it, warming my skin. I bring it to the paper, watching as the fire immediately engulfs it.
“True love’s jizz,” I whisper, feeling my heart swell with the words.
Dropping the lighter to the table, I watch as the paper disintegrates before me, smoke billowing into the air. I feel the whoosh of magic rush through me, and I take a deep breath, letting myself soak in this moment.
This moment of?—
Something shatters, and eyes I didn’t even realize were closed snap open. “Shit.”
Smoky ash and broken glass coat the coffee table, the fire scorching random parts of the wood. I blow on it, watching as the last of the embers are snuffed out.
Well…
So much for that working.
Disappointment fills me as I brush the pile of warm ash and glass into my palm, then make my way to the kitchen. Seems like I’m stuck going on blind dates with guys from Cummies 4 Dummies.
It was silly to think that I could conjure up a book boyfriend just by burning a little paper. Crazier things have happened—actually, have they? Has anyone actually done that before?
I shake myself as I clean my hands. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge, I pop it open and head to the bedroom. My book is sitting right where I left it, and I plop down on the bed, still gripping the bottle by the neck.
Reclining, I grab the smutty Highlander novel and settle in for a long night of reading.
Something crashes,and I jolt awake. I snap upright and immediately groan as the room spins around me. How much wine did I have last night?
I wipe the drool from the side of my mouth as I look around, my heart hammering in my chest. Holding my breath, I strain to listen. What made that sound?
As the seconds tick by without another crash, I let out a relieved sigh and relax back into my bed. It must’ve been a nightmare.
