Frogs and Kisses (Enchanted, Inc. 8)

I leaned against him. “Mm hmm, sounds nice. Tell me more about this wedding.”

“And I think I should start out as a frog so the first kiss will be more dramatic.”

I elbowed him in the ribs, and he caught me with his arm around my

shoulders, pulling me against him. “Okay, we can skip that,” he said.

“I suspect the kiss will be just fine.” And then I made him put his mocha down so we could practice.

THE END

About this Series

You have just read the eighth book in the Enchanted, Inc. series, Frogs and Kisses. Frogs and Kisses is also available in paperback format.

Books in the Enchanted, Inc. series:

1. Enchanted, Inc.

2. Once Upon Stilettos

3. Damsel Under Stress

4. Don’t Hex with Texas

5. Much Ado About Magic

6. No Quest for the Wicked

7. Kiss and Spell

8. Frogs and Kisses

Read on for an excerpt from A Fairy Tale, the first book in Shanna Swendson’s Fairy Tale series.

An Excerpt from A Fairy Tale

The Theater District, New York City—Fay’s Diner

Wednesday, 1:30 a.m., Eastern Daylight Saving Time

“It’s official—you’re magical and enchanting.”

Emily Drake leaned forward eagerly at her friend’s words, resting her forearms on the table. “Really? You’re not just messing with me?”

Olivia Washington turned her iPhone to face Emily and pointed to the screen. “There it is on one of the biggest Broadway blogs.”

Emily’s other friend, Will Carter, raised his hand and waved imperiously at the waitress. “Garçonette, another round of coffee for my good people here, s’il vous plaît.”

The waitress rolled her eyes at him as she topped off the cups on the table. “You keep that up, and you’ll find itching powder in your dance belt the next time we’re in a show together.” She smiled at Emily. “So, the word is good?”

“It doesn’t sound like I sucked.” Emily was almost afraid to say it out loud. She couldn’t help feeling she might wake up at any moment and learn that this whole evening had been a dream.

“You definitely did not suck,” Olivia insisted, then she added to the waitress, “Becky, she was brilliant. You should have seen her.”

Becky sighed. “And now she’ll become a star and forget all of us still toiling in chorus after chorus—when we can even get a job.” She brightened. “But hey, that means a chorus spot just opened, huh?”

“That’s if the show doesn’t close now that the big name has left,” Emily said, worried they were tempting the Broadway fates. “We may all be looking for jobs again soon, no matter how much the blogs like me.”