Good morning! How had September been for you?

Our school district just started yesterday so my son who is in grade three is on day two and already not happy about getting up early. This could be a long year!

My daughter is starting kindergarten but has come down with a nasty cold and will hopefully be okay to start Friday. She is so disappointed she can't start today, and very worried she will never be able to learn anything since she missed her first day.

We've had rain which is welcome, but it has stopped harvest for us, but hopefully we can get back to that tomorrow! Fingers crossed, my husband is getting antsy!

Now on to books!

I'm so excited to be a part of the Sweet but Twisted Collaboration!

Turn your Kindle library into Santa's naughty list this Christmas. Join some of your favorite authors for sweet, twisted, and taboo tales of forbidden romance. 

From mob bosses to billionaires and age gaps to stalkers the Sweet but Twisted Christmas series will have you saying, "Sorry Santa, but being naughty just feels too nice.

My book will be Book two in the Gatlin Bourbon Bride Series. It will follow Drake and Beth who made brief appearances in book one! I struggled with what to write for this but over the last few days this story has been playing out in my head!

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We have 15 authors participating in the collaboration and you can find the complete list here!

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Tomorrow Falling For You Again releases. This is my light paranormal romance story about Josephine and Lucas. It's a second chance romance with a slight witchy side. I may have been inspired after watching Practical Magic!

And I have a treat for you!

Here exclusively is a sneak peek of the prologue! I hope you enjoy it!

Copyright © 2023 by Bonnie Poirier

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All names, characters and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious and a product of the author’s imagination. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places buildings and products is intended be should be inferred.

Prologue

Hope followed Josephine to the door. The tinkle of the bell above the door signaled Josephine’s departure, followed by the sound of the three locks on the door clicking.Walking out of the back room, I watched Hope twirl and clasp her hands in front of her smiling sweetly. “What do her leaves say, Hope?” I walked up behind my sister. Our niece had left the coffee shop without getting her tea leaf reading. She never was big into the leaves. When she was a child, my sister Hope and I refused to tell her what we found when we read her leaves the evening her parents were killed. We saw the car accident, and little Josephine crying begging for them to come home. Apparently we didn’t do a very good job at hiding our facial expressions when we looked in the bottom of the tea cup, because, Josephine figured out we saw what was going to happen, and she made us promise never to read her leaves again. Of course, we never read them in her presence, but if we had the chance to read them after she left, we always did.

“Her future is coming back to town in the form of someone from the past.” Hope’s voice trailed off as she stared into the bottom of the cup. 

“I know who it is and when.” I smiled slyly. “We must do what we can to push them back together.” Hope got up from the chair and took the cup to the sink. I didn’t need to question what she was thinking. I just pulled all the shades in the coffee shop and followed her into the back room. 

Reaching up, I grabbed the large, dusty book off the shelf. Its gold lettering on the leather cover made my heart ache for our grandmother. Opening the book, made me feel like our grandmother was still here with us, and her handwriting was scrawled over the pages, was like she could still talk to us. “Look up, love.” Hope whispered. 

“I know.” Rolling my eyes, I found what we were looking for. I didn’t need to be told what to find.

Light two candles, place them beside each other.

Place rose quartz crystals around the candles, points facing east and west. 

Rose oil

Honey 

Dried lilac

Paper 

Something of the person

Hope lit the candles, and I got the rose quartz crystals. “No Hope, east and west. You’ve got them going north and south.” I reached over me and placed the crystals in the opposite directions. “You’re liable to curse her with an ill-fated match instead.”

“If you know everything, then you should be doing this.” Shaking her head, I could feel frustration radiating off her and I was sure she wanted to push me out of the way and continue on all on her own. Although ill-fated love wouldn’t be ideal. “Get the cauldron, Charity,” she said, and I reached behind her, grabbing the small black pot and placing it in the middle of the counter. 

Writing each of their names on a piece of paper, we pressed them together and closed our eyes. In hushed unison, we spoke as we held our hands over the pot.

“In gentle whispers our voices plead,

For their hearts to feel each other’s need.

They once loved true, with hearts combined,

Their lives forever to be entwined.

Forget the hurts of the past,

Bring them joy and love to last.

We summon these words to bring delight,

And make their souls reunite.”

Silence filled the air as we took the two candles and lit the papers on fire, and placed them in the cauldron. Working quickly, I scooped up a spoon full of honey and placed it in a bowl, while Hope measured out rose oil and dried lilacs, then added them to the honey. Looking around the table for something of our niece’s, I couldn’t believe our luck that she had left a brush by the sink. Grabbing a strand of hair, my stomach sank as I realized we didn’t have anything of his. “Hope we made a mistake. We have nothing of his to add to the burning.”

My sister smiled, and her eyes twinkled. “Oh yes, we do.” She turned to the shelf and moved a few jars. Reaching way back, she pulled out a small yellow envelope. “We have some of his hair.” She beamed, and I stared at the stands she held up. 

“Do I even want to ask?” I crossed my arms and tried not to be angry at Hope.

“I got it last year when he stayed at the B&B. He left his brush in the bathroom, and I knew we were going to need it. Quit asking silly questions. The fire is almost out.” We moved back to the cauldron and dropped the hairs in. Grabbing our spoons, we stirred the small fire, making the flames flare. 

The papers were now ash and smoking. I shook in cinnamon, for a spicy relationship, and then poured the honey for sweetness, rose water for beauty and dried lilac to keep harm away from the couple and repel malevolent spirits from interfering. Pouring the mixture over the ashes, we stirred again and poured it into a jar. 

Walking over to the window, I gently placed it on the sill and the moonlight shone on the jar. I felt my soul lighten, and the room became fragrant with the scent of the spell we just cast. Tomorrow I would make a candle out of this and take it to our niece.

There was nothing more we could do but wait. “Here, Hope, you need to eat this. It’s time to ground ourselves.” Hope placed a half of a sandwich in front of me. We ate in silence, both manifesting the spell’s success.

My phone chimed, and I picked it up. A look of anticipation crossed Hope’s face as I clutched my phone to my chest and broke out in a full face smile. “He’s just booked the B&B for the Harvest Festival.”

Book of the Month

He's kidnapping what's his...

I was only in the woods for my film class.

When I wake up over some guys shoulder, being carried through the woods, I wonder if coming out here all alone maybe wasn't my best idea. 

I should be scared of my kidnapper, but there's something about him that draws me in.

He's lonely, just like me. 

It's more than that though. 

There's something in the way that he touches me that has sparks lighting inside of me. 

Maybe that's why I don't try to run away that first night, but what about every other night.

Could I actually be falling for my kidnapper? 

*Warning! This book alpha is over-the-top, head over heels in love with his girl. If you're looking for a steamy instalove story then this book is for you!

Kidnapping His Forever

Well that's it for me, I better get writing!

Have a wonderful day, talk soon.

B