Tanglewood Magic, Book 2 in the Three Sisters trilogy is available now! The Three Sisters Trilogy follows the original three sisters: Medea, Circe, and Isis. Descendants of the goddess Circe and the sorceress Medea and also known as the Tanglewood witches, the three sisters establish the Tanglewood bloodline and turn the wheel of destiny in an epic saga of family, magic, vengeance, and most of all, passion. This trilogy is the perfect companion to the Treasure of Paragon series.
Book 1, The Tanglewood Witches told the story of Medea and how Hera’s golden grimoire comes to be in her hands. Book 2, Tanglewood Magic, is Circe’s story and follows the sisters’ rise to power in Darnuith and clash with Eleanor of Paragon. And coming in 2022, Tanglewood Legacy–Isis’s story and the sisters’ establishment in New Orleans. Throughout their journey, the sisters experience tragedy and hardship, but also joy and a happily ever after that reverberates across generations.
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“When I saw you today in this dress…” His gaze raked over her as if he could see down to her bones, all her inner workings, even without his enchanted glasses. “Every part of me wanted you, Circe. For the first time since my wife’s death, I wanted someone to be mine in every way. I want your mind, your body, your soul.” His voice turned gritty and sent a shiver along her skin. He stepped in a little closer and took a lock of her dark hair between his fingers, stroking it near her shoulder. “I shouldn’t be telling you this. I think the exhaustion is working as a truth serum. I can’t seem to keep it to myself anymore. I feel something for you that I haven’t felt in a long time, and it scares me. It scares me to death.”
Circe’s heart swelled at the admission. He was a widower, still scarred by his wife’s death. “It’s okay. I understand. I’d never rush you. We don’t have to—”
He pulled her against him, one arm banding her waist like a vise. “I wanted to kiss you that day in the laboratory. I did. But a kiss is a magical thing, Circe. It’s a doorway, and once you pass through it, you’ve always been kissed and you’ve always done the kissing, and nothing is sadder than a kiss that was but can never be again. Don’t you know that in this dress, you are like a walking kiss? You are bright and hot and begging to be tasted, and here you are in my arms like a dream.”
“If it is a dream, you should lower your voice so that we don’t wake up.” Her fingers tangled in his hair. “Kisses are magic, but not such a rare kind to never be had again. So, kiss me, Rhys. Kiss me, and then kiss me again. I won’t go up in smoke.”
