Disenchanted (Paperback)

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by Leigh Goff

 A forbidden love. A dark curse. An impossible choice...

Descended from a powerful Wethersfield witch, sixteen-year-old Sophie is struggling to hide her awkwardly emerging magic, but that’s the least of her worries. When a dangerous thief tries to steal her mysterious heirloom necklace, she is rescued by the one person she’s forbidden to fall for, a descendant of the man who condemned her ancestor to hang. He carries a dark secret that could destroy them both unless Sophie learns how to tap into the mysterious power of her diamond bloodcharm. She will have to uncover dark secrets from both of their families' wicked pasts and risk everything, including her soul to save them from a witch's true love curse, but it will take much more than that.

YA, Fantasy, Romance, 266 pages

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The magic swirled out controlled and even, tickling like little granules of sugary sand from an hourglass. Her eyes glazed over, assuring me the spell worked the way I needed it to. I took a deep breath, recouping from the pull of blood from my brain to my hands, leaving me dizzy. Then the guilt from losing my temper and manipulating her memory seeped in, twisting my stomach into a knot.

She shook her head in a daze and looked blank-faced.

“What was I saying?”

I had used the spell before with some accuracy and it didn’t seem to have any long-term effects. Laney endured enough of it from me and she was still as mean as a Venus flytrap.

“Girls, stop arguing.”

“We were arguing?” Macey met my eyes with a puzzled expression. More guilt. My stomach knot tightened from not feeling like a very good friend.

Aunt Janie glanced at the scattered mess on the floor. She tucked her straight brunette strands of hair behind her ear, her tell when she lied. “A gust must have blown in from under the door and sent those flying,” she said. From the back wall, the antique grandfather clock chimed, eerily reminding us of the time

 About the Author:

Leigh Goff grew up in Maryland where she resides today. Her writing is inspired by an eclectic childhood, a vivid imagination, and compelling historical events. After taking several writing courses in college and attending professional writing workshops after she graduated from the University of Maryland, she joined the Maryland Writers' Association and Romance Writers of America.