Wizards, sorcery, untried magic, black holes and blazing passion? Spellbound in Seattle has it all! Petra Field didn’t have a magical bone in her body, but it didn’t take a crystal ball to see disaster loomed. With enchanted blood on her carpet, a house full of Merlin-wannabes unable to clean it up, a petulant cat, and houseguests scheduled to arrive momentarily, she needed a miracle.
Instead, she got a wizard, a whole lot of unwanted sparks and a man-size hole into which her feline disappeared. Vorador hadn’t felt so incompetent since his days as an untried sorcerer. The girl who leapt after her cat and into his arms caused his simplest spells to backfire – quite literally setting his hair ablaze. But it was another part of anatomy altogether that burned for the saucy blonde. Though she claimed to be no conjurer, he knew that he’d never felt as bewitched as he did now, for Petra had a mesmerizing quality of her own: love.
Here’s a taste: Petra W. Field needed to get the blood out of her rug. She’d spent the last three hours scrubbing. Yet nothing had removed the bright red puddle from the middle of the large area rug which covered her living room floor. At least the numerous cleaning products had accomplished one thing. The slightly rotten smell was gone. Petra caught a flicker of black and white out of the corner of her eye. She dropped the phone, lunged for her cat and scooped him up just before he pounced on the bloody stain. She hated to think what might happen to Bosco if magic blood got on him. Why did this have to happen to her? There were no bloody footprints, no smears where someone might have walked or crawled away, or been dragged off. Just that blasted puddle sitting there in silent accusation...