Romance Writer in Training…
Joanie wants to get her romances published but can't seem to get things right with her writing. She buys an antique bureau which the shopkeeper says has magic working through it. While using her new bureau, she begins to talk to the hero in her book, asking his advice on writing, all the while thinking it's her own imagination. She promises he can live in her home, eat at her table and sleep in her bed, if he helps her with her writing. She doesn't think he will actually knock on her door and insist she keep her promise.
He’s made a wish…
Theo has also bought a magic chest of drawers that brings him into Joanie's life. He wants to settle down with one woman, tired of shallow relationships, and Joanie seems like the perfect candidate if it weren’t for her insistence on getting rid of him.
Against her will…
The magic keeps on forcing them to live together and Joanie’s not happy. This is her first year alone and she’s been craving time to herself after looking after her younger siblings and an ailing aunt. Theo’s presence in her home, although unwanted, stirs up needs she’s suppressed for years. When they start to discover things about the magic and why it’s bringing them together, will Joanie recognize another type of magic at work? Will she succumb to the charm of Theo or will her need for breathing space pull them apart?
Theo stood and moved toward her. How could he think coming closer would help? A stifled feeling choked her throat as his maleness cloaked her. Tingles zipped along her spine, and her body screamed for him to touch her, to run his hands down her arms, to cradle her against him. Her body betrayed all common sense. How could she be so attracted to a stalker?
She whirled toward the window, staring out at the leaf-covered ground. “I told you to get out.”
“This isn’t me. You can believe it all you like. I don’t enjoy going around making women my wife. I’m going to take a walk home. If you think it will work, I’ll withdraw my wish and remove my belongings from the chest of drawers.”
Keeping her back to him, she shrugged, unable to look at him, to take in those magnetic features.
Warm breath caressed her neck. She sensed his hurt. Deep inside, she knew he was innocent, so why did she persecute him?
“Bye.” The word echoed in the room as his footsteps retreated, followed by the kitchen door slamming.
Moving back and slumping on the hard kitchen chair, she tried to ease the tension in her shoulders by rubbing them with her fingers.
Somehow, her life had spiraled out of control.