One week before All Hallows Eve, the Jacobson sisters cast a circle and ask the Goddesses to bless them each with a man who will love them forever. Shy and often doubtful, Carly wants to find love but wonders how she'll do that when she can't even talk to a good-looking man, much less look him in the eyes.

The morning after performing the spell, the mysterious owner of the floral shop where Carly works shows up and attempts to sweep her off her feet. Not understanding her out-of-control attraction to him and scared the Goddesses have made a huge mistake, she runs out of the shop and away from Max.

With the help of her sisters, Carly performs a truth ceremony. Will she trust what she views in the fire, or lose the one man the Goddesses have chosen for her?

She shoved her hand in her front pocket. Her fingers curled around the cool quartz rock she carried with her for peace of mind. She slowed down at the sudden rise in temperature coming from inside her hand. Bringing the rock out, she then spread open her fingers and watched the gem change from its rose color to red. Her brows shot up. That’d never happened before.

"Son of a bitch!"

She raised her head. Up ahead, two legs stuck out from under a car beside the curb. Her mouth dropped open, and she glanced down at the quartz again. Are you trying to warn me about something?

"Dammit!" A groan was followed by more metal clanking. "Piece of shit!"

It sounded as if the man was having a hard time fixing his car. The noise and cussing grew louder.

She slipped the rock back into the pocket of her jeans and continued down the sidewalk, drawing closer to the guy lying underneath the engine of his car. With the thought of walking down to the water pushed to the back of her mind, she’d find out if he needed some help.

Work boots attached to a pair of sexy legs gave her pause. Inhaling, she thoroughly inspected the size of the man’s thighs. She swallowed. No chicken legs there. He definitely filled out a pair of jeans.

Letting her gaze wander farther up, she pulled back her head and giggled. Eureka! I found the mother lode.

She raised her hand to her mouth and bit down on the tip of her fingernail. The man’s hips thrust in the air and rocked from one side to the other. Bonnie stared in utter fascination, imagining what it would be like to lie on top of him…naked.

With a shake of her head, she squatted down beside his knees. "Hey mister, you need any help? Want me to call someone for you?" She patted his leg. "I live a block away. It won’t be any trouble."

"Yes. No! Hey…wait. Hand me that wrench, will ya?" A greasy hand came out from under the car, fingers extended. "I can’t let go."

"Um, sure…" She picked up a hammer and set it back down in the pile of tools on the ground. After deciding the big silver-handled tool must be the one he wanted, she picked the greasy gizmo up with two fingers.

"Here you go." She inched closer and placed it in his rather large hand.

The tool disappeared, and more clatter came from under the car. "Yes!" The man scooted out from under the engine and sat up. "Thank you. I couldn’t let go of the part to pick up the tool without it falling off again." He rubbed his hands on the backs of his thighs, raised his head, and his jaw dropped.

"I’ll be damned." He stepped up on the curb to walk all the way around Bonnie.

She laughed and followed it with a wink. "No you won’t. I don’t have that kind of power, but I can make a mean club sandwich if you want to come home with me."

"Hello, Alexis."

She stepped closer and studied the man. Something about his blue eyes seemed familiar. He grinned, and she gasped. Oh Goddess, Lance Garvis.

"Aren’t you going to say hello to an old friend?" He motioned for her to take the seat across from him. "What’s it been? Ten ...twelve years since we’ve seen each other?"

"Fifteen. It’s been fifteen years." She plopped down in the chair. "Y-you look great."

She closed her mouth and swallowed. He’d grown up. No longer the ten-year-old boy she and her sisters palled around with all summer at Camp Enchantment. His cheekbones were higher, and he’d lost the pug nose. The Lance of today had regal features, longer blond hair, and a dominant chin. He could have doubled for a Norse god.

"W-what are you doing here?" She inhaled and clamped her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You haven’t guessed?" He uncrossed his legs, leaned forward, and placed his elbows on his knees. "I’ve waited for the day when you are ready to find a man to love, hoping ..." He paused and smiled. "I never told you, but the summer we were the best of friends, I had asked the Goddess to let me know if you ever asked for love to come to you. I didn’t want to cast a spell that would tie you to me if it wasn’t your choice, you see."

Lance stood up, stepped in front of her chair, and held out his hand. "It seems like I have waited my whole life for the day I could finally show you how much I love you."

She sat in stunned silence. Shaking her head, she glanced away from his mesmerizing gaze. This wasn’t what she had asked the Goddess for. Oh sweet mercy. He’s even cuter than he was as a child. She pushed away all thoughts of Lance the man and concentrated on what was important.

Lance was a witch.

"Trust me, Gabby Girl."

She inhaled. The swift intake made her shudder. "Yes. Yes, I'll try." God, what am I agreeing to?

Dick lowered his lips to her mouth in a move so gentle, it tugged at her heart. Exploring the shape, the taste, the heat of her mouth, he coaxed her lips open. Not too wet, not too dry, his lips hinted of peppermint. She mewed and arched toward him, wanting more.

He answered her request and dipped his tongue between her lips. In a ritual dance as old as time, he showed her with his tongue what his cock wanted to do to her pussy. He plunged, retracted, and licked. Her eyes closed. She squirmed on the seat of the golf cart. Never before had she wanted to jump someone's bones this badly.

Dick groaned and slowed down. He pulled back, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake. She gasped huge lungfuls of air. With one kiss, the man had skipped every common form of foreplay and brought her so close to an orgasm, she ached.

"Say you'll stay and learn, Gabriella. Let me have this month with you to show you how a true master treats his slave. How a submissive woman can find happiness." He lowered his hands, sat back, and smiled. "Let me train you in the way your body begs to live."

"Yes." She didn't hesitate. One month with him, she'd learn so much, and then she'd go back to her real life.

"I mean no…" She buried her head in her hands, groaned, and sat back up. "This is insane!" She tilted her head back, and her laughter hinted at hysteria. "I don't even know what I'm agreeing to." She gazed at Dick. "You…you are like no man I have ever met."

"Good." He smiled.

"Good?" She crossed her legs and rubbed her thighs. "I don't know about that. It feels like I don't even have control of my thoughts when around you." She shivered. "I think I'm still half asleep. That must be it."

"How about you play along with me. For your research… Let yourself live the life."

She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Experiencing the lifestyle firsthand would give her invaluable insight to use later in her books. She glanced at Dick. His kisses were to die for, and he did make her feel more alive than anyone ever had before.

"Okay. Yes." She raised her brows and inhaled deeply, wondering what she was getting into.

"Yes what, Gabby Girl?" He lifted his brows.

She smiled. She wrote about this very thing many times in her books. If she acted the sub, she must show respect.

"Yes, Master Dick."