A Magical Journey of Epic Romance
Layla: Layla Callaway has found comfort in her new role as a coven member, and she’s declared her love for the heartthrob who led her home, but as beautiful as her life appears, it’s shadowed by the evil threatening to rip it away.
Quin: After years of meaningless flings, Quin Kavanagh has finally found love in Layla and yearns to keep her close, but the strength and longevity of their relationship is tested by Finley, a powerful wizard who promises to rid Layla’s life of danger… then claim her as his reward.
The Enemy: They’ve attacked once, leaving Layla with grievous injuries, and the worst has yet to come. The Stranger has drawn closer than anyone knows. And with the disappearance of his lieutenant, Agro is on a rampage, determined to get his witch… or make her family pay.
Stretching from coast to coast and teeming with loathed villains and beloved heroes, The Mystic Series is rich with emotion, magic and intrigue. Whether the reader is laughing, crying or falling in love, they’ll find themselves invested in Layla’s fate through the rich dialogue and emotionally driven characters that weave the web of this fiery tale.
Quin awoke feeling rested and alert, and when he looked down at Layla’s peaceful aura, his mood soared. She was well and safe and in his arms, and he couldn’t ask for more out of life than what he held at that moment.
He closed his eyes and magically started a pot of coffee and breakfast. Then he tightened his hug and nuzzled her hair. “Good morning, angel.”
“Yes…” she purred, stretching against him, and a second later he was on his back, forced into the position by her surprisingly strong palms. She straddled his waist and flashed a bright smile. Then her lips were on his and her tongue was in mouth, kissing deeply and hungrily.
A moan muffled in his throat as his hands drifted toward her on their own accord, but then an odd thump of his heart awoke his willpower, and he flexed his fingers, stretching away tingles as well as the urge to rip off her underwear. Instead, he worked one hand into her spirals while moving the other to her waist.
B. C. Burgess is a small town girl born and raised in Oklahoma, where she still resides with her devoted husband and their young son. She’s addicted to coffee and writing and thinks the combination is heaven. Inspired to write by her love of reading, she feels fiction provides a healthy escape from the hardships of life, and hopes her stories touch the hearts of her readers, just as she’s been touched time and again. Though most of her visions flower in the form of fiction, she dreams of the day her passion for writing, along with determination and hard work, will prove to her son creative dreams can come true.
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