Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Excerpt From "Love's Spell" In Progress

Here's a little excerpt from "Love's Spell" in progress. Note!!! This excerpt has not been betaed or edited.

First, I should post the blurb, eh? :) (This, too, is a rough draft.)

Blurb: Ava Van Dorn doesn’t believe in magic, but she believes in possibilities. So, she figures trying a love spell her grandmother left her won’t hurt. Worst case: her life will stay the same. Best case: her fellow second-grade teacher James Friedlander will fall in love with her, and they’ll live happily ever after.


The spell is accidentally placed on Ava’s principal, Libby Lubbock. Libby is wrestling with her own issues in the love department, namely the fact that she’s deciding whether to give her ex a second chance after the ex cheated. Libby is beginning to think she’s the type who is better off single.

The spell can be undone, but it requires Ava and Libby getting to know each other better. Lots better. Libby agrees to the undo because no way does she want to fall in love with Ava if she can help it. However, perhaps the last paragraph in a letter Ava's grandmother wrote is right: “Why all these crazy steps? My great-great grandmother, the witch, strongly believed that things happen for a reason. This time with the ‘wrong person’ will help determine if the wrong person might be the right person, after all.”

Can Libby and Ava cast a love spell that has nothing to do with abracadabra magic and everything to do with the magic of true love?


“Oh.” My tongue tasted like gall. My thoughts tasted like gall. I could say an “I’m sorry,” but it would be of no use. And I wasn’t sure what I was sorry for. Rotten timing? Me being an ass? Ellen asking Libby for a second chance? Libby telling me about Ellen now instead of in the morning—and therefore denying me one grand night with her before reaching into my chest and seizing my beating heart?

“Well, thank you,” I said. “Thanks for letting me know. I sure do appreciate it.”

Sarcasm. Lots of sarcasm. And pain.

“Ava,” Libby implored.

“Why did you let us do what we did Friday night?” I asked accusingly.

“Ellen and I are not dating. Not technically. And…” Libby clenched her teeth. “Geez, Ava. I don’t know. I’m not perfect. I haven’t had sex in more than a year, and I like you. You know that. I’ve liked you a long time. It took all I had to…to not let things progress like they would have Friday night. I thought you were kind of experimenting. Questioning your sexuality. Aren’t you? Look, no offense, but I’m not a science project.”

I scoffed, mostly to cover up the fact that tiny tears stung my eyes. “Didn’t you hear what I said earlier? You and the spell helped me realize some things.”

“I appreciate that. I do, really. However, maybe a week from now, or a month from now, or a year from now, you’ll realize otherwise. I’m thirty-seven. I’m too old for these kinds of risks. These kinds of games.”

My tiny tears enlarged. Time for another pity-party hoedown. Noise makers, red hats, pony rides, cake, ice cream, scary-ass clowns. Maybe I was questioning my sexuality, maybe I wasn’t. Bottom line, I liked Libby. I liked that one beautiful, smart woman. Did other stuff really matter?

Yes. Apparently.

“Know what’s sad?” I volunteered.


“Friday night was the best sexual encounter of my life.”

Libby blinked. “Really?”

“I can’t, I can’t…I can’t come with someone else. I’ve never been able to. I can’t lose myself. I always have to focus. Like, I’m doing this now, what should I do next, step A, step B, step C, that kind of stuff. But I never tried the…what we did Friday. I came with you. I lost myself in what you were doing. My brain didn’t get in the way. That’s huge to me. You have no idea.”

Libby nodded slowly, my confession no doubt scaring her shitless. The good ol’ TMFI—too much freaking information. “Well…good. I’m glad, Ava. I’m glad you got that.”

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