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Love Spells and Other Disasters by Angie Barrett
Publication
Date: February 1, 2021
Publisher:
Entangled Teen
Blurb:
I
didn’t know when I wrote the first love spell that it would
actually make things happen. Like, actually make people fall in love
with each other…
How
could I have known something like that? I mean, magic isn’t real,
right?
But
here’s the thing—the spell does work and so does the next one and
the next one...and suddenly I’m getting a whole lot of attention
from everyone at my high school. Me, Blend-into-the-Walls,
Please-Let-Me-Introvert-in-Peace Rowan Marshall. And not only that,
but I’ve also caught the attention of Luca Russo, a godlike,
football-playing hottie who claims he likes me just the way I am.
Ummm...
But
as I’m about to learn, playing around with things you don’t
understand means when things go wrong—like really, very awfully
wrong—you don’t know how to fix them.
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Excerpt:
I
ask to go to the restroom. The substitute doesn’t even glance up
from her book, so I slip out and immediately head toward the restroom
that Ethan and I always meet in. I pause outside the door, then take
a left in the opposite direction. The last thing I need is someone
walking in while I’m burning a piece of paper and some hair.
Knowing my luck, I’d probably set off the sprinkler system with the
smoke.
I
make it to the back doors near the gym before realizing that I don’t
actually have anything to light the paper with. It’s not like I’m
a smoker. After a second or two of thinking, I detour again and head
for the bleachers out back. There’s got to be someone there who has
a lighter.
“Oh
hey!” Two big arms wrap around my waist and pull me backward, not
in a terrifying way, more like a I’ve-got-you way just as the door
immediately in front of me slams open and a group of guys come
barreling out. “Gotta watch it around here.” His voice is gruff,
his arms still holding me tightly, and his breath is sliding down my
neck. Every nerve ending in my body blinks on like sensor lights in a
dark hall.
I
barely know him but everything about him is familiar in this moment.
“Thanks, Luca.”
Luca
slowly unlatches his arms, turning me around so I’m farther away
from the doors but still pretty up close and personal with him.
“Didn’t mean to manhandle you but you were walking pretty fast
and these goofs never look before they come barging out.”
Just
then the gym door flings open again and another pile of guys come
jogging out. I’m staring up at him, into those green eyes of his
only to realize that they aren’t exactly green…they’re blue…or
maybe aqua. So pretty. Did my brain liquify a second ago? Is it
seeping out of my ears? I think I might be gawking but I can’t seem
to stop.
“We’re
heading out for a run.” His hands are still on me, holding my hips
lightly and he’s staring at me, too. I’m sure that I can’t
speak. I mean, my heart is jammed up into my throat.
“A
run?” I manage. “Outside?”
He
smiles, his eyes light up, dazzling me all over again. That smile
could totally slay a million hearts. He lifts one hand so he can
brush his hair away from his face. “Yeah, I know. Hardcore, right?”
Actually,
no. Of course he’s running outside. That’s what all the athletes
do.
“It’s
important.” His voice goes husky, a tone I haven’t heard before,
and it does a number on me. There’s so much heat pooling to the
center of my body that I can’t explain the goose bumps rising or
the shiver that quakes over my skin. Whatever is happening to me
feels so strangely good that I don’t want it to stop. “Gotta keep
the stamina up, you know, to stay in shape…” He makes sure I’m
steady before letting me go.
Yeah,
well, he’s definitely in shape. I feel like a lump standing next to
him. I clear my throat. “Um…well…thanks for the rescue. It’s
nice seeing you again.” I try to side step him before I fully
descend into awkward mode.
He
gets in my way again. “Hey, before you go…” He pulls his cell
out of his pocket and offers it to me. “Can I get your number?”
“My
number?” I gawk at his screen.
“Yeah,
so I can text you.”
“What
for?” I’m literally kicking myself right now. What for? What the
heck, Rowan!
“I
mean, sure.” I hastily take his phone, pray that I don’t drop it,
then send myself a smiley face emoji. A smiley face. OMG.
“I’m
thinking maybe we could hang out sometime,” he says as he takes his
phone back. I check his eyes, expecting to see amusement despite the
serious look on his face. His eyes are not laughing. His eyes are
looking hopeful, like he’s waiting for me to—
“Hang
out?” I recover my brain. “I mean, yeah, sure, I’d like that.”
“Great.
Good.” His smile is huge and totally contagious. I can’t help but
smile the same way back at him. I think I’d do anything to keep him
smiling like that.
About the Author
Author
Angie Barrett lives in a small town in Ontario, Canada in an old
century home that is also known as the “cat house” because, well,
Angie likes cats. A lot. She also likes shopping for books, or for
anything really, and spending time RVing in the summer with her
family. She has worked for sixteen years as a high school English
teacher and Librarian and is currently a Curriculum Consultant for
new teachers. Angie has always dreamed of being a published author
and strives to create worlds where there are strong, relatable
characters who maybe are not always perfect but who understand the
meaning of friendship and loyalty and who will use their collective
strengths to overcome adversity.
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