Title: Mountain Charm
Author: Sydney Logan
Genre: New Adult/Paranormal Romance
Cover Designer: T.M. Franklin
Release Day: January 30
“True love and sweet whispers, till death do us part;
Send someone to love my Appalachian heart.”
“Angelina, I’m not rational when it comes to you. It’s driving me a little nuts, to be honest. I wasn’t exaggerating earlier when I said you’re all I think about. I’ve done nothing but think about you since the moment we met. I’ve never been this . . . consumed by a woman before, and I have no idea how to handle it. I am so drawn to you, and I know it sounds crazy because we don’t know each other at all, but I can’t help how I feel. And after last night’s kiss, I know you feel it, too. I know you do.”
If she’d been any other woman, Dylan's speech would have sent her heart into a frantic dance. Instead, Angelina felt nothing but sadness, because she knew why he felt so consumed, and it had absolutely nothing to do with her.
He reached for her hand. “Say something, please.”
They stared into each other’s eyes, and she swallowed anxiously, struggling to find the words he needed to hear. Something that would explain the madness. But what could she say? When I was thirteen years old, I wished for you?
Anything she might say would come out wrong. Instead, she took both his hands and gently traced her fingers over the cuts along his knuckles.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, so it might not work.”
Dylan looked confused as she took a deep breath and tenderly stroked his hands. Angelina felt the tingling rush to her fingertips, and it was the heat that let her know it was working. It had been years since she’d even tried.
It only took a moment, and when Dylan finally looked down at his hands, the tiny scratches that had marred his flesh were completely healed.
Dylan’s eyes snapped to hers and then back to his hands once again. There were no cuts, no bruises, no sign that he’d been in a fight.
“How?” His eyes were wide with disbelief.
“You’ve probably heard that all of the women in my mother’s family have certain gifts. I’m a . . . healer. And you were right. My touch heals, but it doesn’t cure.”
Dylan stared as his hands, as if he was trying to find some logical response to what he’d just witnessed.
It was true. It was all true.
“Which explains why you couldn’t save your father,” he said.
“And I won’t be able to save my mom.”
“But there’s still hope for your mom, right?”
Tears swam in her eyes, and she nodded. Hope was all she had. There was no magical cure for cancer. No spell or enchantment that could wipe it away.
Dylan leaned closer, and she trembled as his hand cupped her face.
“You’re a witch.”
“A reluctant one, but yes.”
Dylan chuckled and nuzzled her cheek.
“Well, that makes perfect sense because I’m pretty sure you’ve performed some kind of wicked voodoo to make me fall head over heels in love with you.”
Angelina knew he was only joking, but his teasing words still pierced her soul.
What if I have?