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?
The bell on the door jingled and then fell silent. She licked her lips. Max's dark brown shoulder-length hair begged her to run her hands through it and bring his lips down to her level. Where are all these thoughts coming from?
"W-well, I better get busy. The black carnations came in yesterday afternoon. I need to cut and have them ready by the weekend." She stepped around him, paused, and frowned. An incredible urge to turn around and stay beside him came out of nowhere.
Forcing her feet to move across the floor, she pushed through the swinging door into the back workroom. She reached out and grabbed on to the table to steady herself. Her whole body shook with uncontrolled lust for her boss. What is going on?
"Carly?"
She whirled around. "Y-yes?" Oh sweetness...it's him! What is he doing to me?
Max stepped closer. She inhaled a long, slow breath. Even through the floral scents permeating the room, the musky aroma coming from him floated across to her and caused her stomach to flip-flop.
"You are unbelievably gorgeous." He ran his hand down her cheek.
She tilted her head into his touch. Oh Goddess, you did it. You brought me someone who cannot deny me and will love me forever.
"S-so are y-you." She squeezed her eyes shut, opened them, and wrinkled her nose. "I-I mean..."
"Sh. I know. You have been here the whole time working in my shop, and I had no idea..." He brought his other hand up and cupped her cheeks. "I've never had anything like this come over me, but I can't seem to fight it."
She swallowed. "I know."
He placed feather-soft kisses on her forehead. She shivered despite the way her body warmed under his attention. Any attempt to slow down and try to comprehend what was happening fled her mind the second he lowered his head for a kiss.
Softly he explored her mouth. Brushing his lips against hers, he coaxed her body into submitting. She mewed. The thought of his weight on top of her, his body pleasuring, consuming her, drove her wild. She wanted to experience it all.
He tasted, teased, and nibbled. She dug her fingers into the long strands of hair at his nape. Her pussy dampened, and she held him tighter to her, urging him for more.
Max pulled back without letting her go. "I want you. I need to feel your body against me."
Her hand slipped out of his hair, slid down his shoulder, and fell to her side. This wasn't what she wanted. The spell was for true love, not lust, not something...fake.
"S-stop." She lowered her head, trying to catch her breath.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" He enfolded her in his arms. The proof of his desire pressed against her lower stomach, making this more difficult.
"I... This isn't what I wanted." She sniffed. I want love.
