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First kisses are supposed to cause fireworks. . . . Mine caused a house to explode.
There are a few rules to having a crush on your best friend:
1. Don’t look at him for too long, and definitely don’t get lost in his baby-blue eyes.
2. Don’t kiss him, or think about kissing him. Or have any fantasies ever.
3. Do not, under any circumstances, tell him your secret.
Hard to stick to the rules when your BFF just so happens to be Ryland LaRue. The insanely hot, insanely rich, and way too nice for his own good heir to the Imdalind Forging fortune.
He is out of the league for my two-bedroom-apartment, daughter-of-the-kitchen-staff self.
Well, until my dead-beat dad busts back into my life, ranting about magic and cults and how I’m at the center of world-saving prophecies. Now I am being stalked by a tall blonde man and am miraculously throwing my high school bully ten feet in the air.
Something is happening, and I’m pretty sure it has to do with the mark behind my ear, and the secret I have kept for more than ten years.
The only problem? Ryland has a secret too, and his just happens to have all the answers I need.
Which brings us to that kiss . . .
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