Turn My World Around (Wishful 6)

Genesis (an omnibus including, Forsaken By Shadow (Mirus 1.1), Devil’s Eye (Mirus 1.2), and Blindsight )

Riven

Whisper of Shadow(Also available in the Magical Mayhem anthology)

YA:

Red

Whisper of Shadow

Excerpt Wish I Might: Wishful #5 from the Virtually Yours anthology.

(Reed and Cecily’s story)

Reed eyed Cecily’s dark house as he pulled into the drive. “Think Christoff is asleep?”

“He’s either over at Daniel’s or he’s lying in wait to pounce on me for details the moment I walk through the door.” She shot an amused glance his way. “He was always on your side.”

“Good to know.” Reed got out and hurried around to open her door. “Ma’am.”

She took his offered hand. “You Southern boys certainly have pretty manners.”

“Some old-fashioned things are worth retaining.” He kept her hand in his as they walked up to the front porch, not wanting the night to end.

“You want to sit for a little while?”

He smiled, glad they were on the same page. “Sure.”

She led him over to the little glider.

Reed took the seat beside her and ran his hand over the wooden arm of the glider. “I’ve never seen one quite like this.”

“It’s made of upcycled shipping pallets.”

“Seriously?”

“Daniel made it. You should see some of the things he can put together. He’s working on starting a business of it. The Pallet Palace. I did his website back in the summer. Right now it’s largely custom orders, since he doesn’t have a place to store stock, but he hopes to expand eventually.” She tugged a blanket off the back. “It’s a bit chilly tonight.”

“Welcome to fall in Mississippi. Summer temps in the daytime and cold at night. C’mon.” Reed opened his arms in invitation.

She tucked the blanket around their legs and snuggled in close, resting her head against his chest. He decided it was an almost perfect end to a pretty perfect night—run-in with Annelise notwithstanding.

“So did you get what you needed out of the reading?”

Cecily laughed. “Was that really why you asked me to go?”

“Partly. Mostly I wanted to see you in my world. You fit pretty well. For a Yankee.”

“Really? That’s the part you focus on after everything you know about me?”

So sure she’d be judged on her affluen

t background. He skimmed his fingers through her silky hair, resisting the urge to bury his nose in the sweet, lemony scent. “It’s the only relevant part. You passed the cornbread test.”

“It was damned good cornbread.” On a contented sigh, she said, “I had fun.”

“Good. There’s a lot of other stuff I want to show you to further your southern education.”