Vanessa is happy with her life just the way it is. Loving and living with Lane as a vampire is the best thing that has ever happened to her and she would never want to do anything to change it. But when her best friend asks her to perform a spell that backfires, she needs to decide whether or not she wants to accept the consequences which could change everything.
Lane is equally enamored sharing his life with Vanessa, but when a conversation with his brother has him second-guessing the devotion of the love of his life, he begins to withdraw into himself along with the demons of his past.
Be prepared to have your heart stolen once again by Bewitched by a Vampire, Book 6 in the Immortal Hearts of San Francisco series, and discover which of those predictions transpire into reality.
Will all the prophecies foretold by the mysterious medium from Tempted by a Vampire finally come true? Will they be able to manage what the future has in store for them or will it end up tearing their love apart?
“Just stop, will you!”
Pressing my hands to my ears, I leaped up from the bench at the baby grand and stomped over to Cian, frustration simmering through my veins as I grabbed his guitar. He’d been sitting on a chair with his feet propped up on the table in front of him, lazily strumming to an entirely different beat than the song we were trying to perfect.
“I’m not quite sure what song you are playing, but it doesn’t sound anything like The Sunshine of Your Love. This is the fourth time you played it wrong. Do I need to show you?” I chastised, placing my fingers on the correct strings and strumming the famous cords that no one other than Eric Clapton himself could perform better than Cian.
“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” He stood and snatched his red electric Fenton back. But instead of sitting down to finish the song, he placed it upright on the floor, leaning it against the chair before lumbering away toward the large sliding glass doors that overlooked the San Francisco Bay and the monstrous Golden Gate Bridge. He stared out, running his hand through his dark, short, cropped hair. “Sorry. I can’t seem to get my head into this right now. Why are we doing this now anyway? Where’s Gage and El … I mean, Press?”
“This is your solo, brother. You don’t need them, and I’m only here for moral support because you keep screwing it up. But you’ve been messing up a lot lately. What’s got you in such a tizzy?
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Italian
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Translated by Natascia Tieri
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Translated by Lia Garcia
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