This Spells Love

Informationen zum Autor Kate Robb dated a lot of duds in her twenties (amongst a few gems) all providing excellent fodder to write weird and wild romantic comedies. She lives just outside of Toronto, Canada where she spends her free time pretending she's not a hockey mom while whispering hustle under her breath from the bleachers, a Pinot Grigio concealed in her YETI mug. She hates owls, the word whilst and wearing shorts and aspires to one day be able to wear four-inch heels again. Klappentext "When Gemma Wilde gets dumped by her very practical long-term boyfriend, she reacts the way any twenty-eight-year-old would: by getting drunk with her sister, kooky aunt, and best friend, Dax, and performing a love cleanse to forget all about him. Sure, it sounds a little crazy, but nothing else has worked, so why not try it? They follow the spell, complete with an absolutely platonic kiss from Dax to seal the deal, and Gemma falls asleep in a margarita haze, thinking nothing of it. But when she wakes up, she realizes that this silly spell has worked. Not only has she never met her ex, but her life looks completely different. And Dax has no idea who she is either. To return home, Gemma must convince Dax to become best friends with her before the next full moon. That's a month away. But as finds herself falling for him, Gemma begins to wonder whether she even wants to go back to the way things were"-- Leseprobe Chapter 1 So, are we solving the day's problems with sugar or alcohol? It's a great question. The same one I've been debating for the last eighteen minutes, standing on the exact spot on the sidewalk that is equidistant from the front door of Nana's Old-­Fashioned Doughnuts and the liquor store. You look better today. My older sister, Kiersten, tucks a strand of strawberry-­blond hair behind my ear. I'd argue that the hair wasn't out of place, seeing as the best I could do this morning was an intentionally messy bun, but Kierst is used to acting like a mama hen, given our ten-­year age difference. I feel good, I lie. She knows it, I know it. But to be fair, today, I'm showered, dressed, and wearing clean underwear, a significant improvement from the last three stinky, wallowy, underwear-­optional weeks. I think Nana's is probably the right life choice. I step toward the clear glass door of the doughnut shop. Kiersten follows behind me. As the door swings open, we are blasted with the sweet scent of sugar and yeast and happiness. Yes. This is the exact type of comfort I need. We take our place in line behind a handful of other hungry Hamiltonians who have excellent taste in morning pastries and eye the double-­wide glass case hosting dozens of artisanal doughnuts handcrafted with Nana's love. What are you getting? Kiersten nudges me with her elbow as her eyes lock onto a row of Coconut Dreams. Her question is more of a formality. A Wilde sister ritual. To say we come here often is an understatement. A gross understatement. Half a dozen Classic Fritters, I tell both Kierst and the little old lady working the cash register, who is not the real Nana. It's my order. The one I give every Saturday morning when we meet for our weekly walk-­and-­talks, or on a random July Monday when my life has fallen apart. Beside me, my sister sighs. You could branch out, you know. She points to a pink-­frosted doughnut. That one says Wine and Sunshine. Try it with me? I'm conducting serious doughnut research. She looks over at me with a hopeful raise of her brows. Still, I shake my head and take my doughnut box from the cashier, who gives me a polite smile before reaching for another box and filling it with Kiersten's signature order of Surprise me. The cashier hands the box to Kiersten, who doesn't even bother to wait until we've paid to bite into a dark-­pink one and moan. Oh sweet baby J, this thin...

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GOOD MORNING AMERICA BUZZ PICK • “A romcom-meets-magic delight!”—Sarah Adams, New York Times bestselling author of Practice Makes Perfect
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A young woman tries to heal her heartbreak by casting a spell to erase her ex from her past, but she wakes up in an alternate reality where she’s lost more than she wished for in this witty, whimsical friends-to-lovers debut.

What if one little wish changed everything?

When Gemma gets dumped by her long-term boyfriend, she reacts the way any reasonable twenty-eight-year-old would: by getting drunk with her sister, kooky aunt, and best friend, Dax. After one too many margaritas, they decide to perform a love- cleansing spell, which promises to erase Gemma’s ex from her memory. They follow all the instructions, including a platonic kiss from Dax to seal the deal.

When Gemma wakes up, she realizes that this silly spell has worked. Not only does it seem that she never dated her ex, but the rest of her life is completely unrecognizable. The worst part: Dax has no idea who she is.

To reverse the spell and get back to her old life, Gemma must convince her once-best-friend-now-near-stranger to kiss her. But as she carries out her plans, she finds herself falling for him—hard. Soon, Gemma begins to wonder whether she even wants to go back to the way things once were. What if Dax was The One all along?

Leseprobe
Chapter 1

So, are we solving the day s problems with sugar or alcohol?

It s a great question. The same one I ve been debating for the last eighteen minutes, standing on the exact spot on the sidewalk that is equidistant from the front door of Nana s Old-­Fashioned Doughnuts and the liquor store.

You look better today. My older sister, Kiersten, tucks a strand of strawberry-­blond hair behind my ear. I d argue that the hair wasn t out of place, seeing as the best I could do this morning was an intentionally messy bun, but Kierst is used to acting like a mama hen, given our ten-­year age difference.

I feel good, I lie. She knows it, I know it. But to be fair, today, I m showered, dressed, and wearing clean underwear, a significant improvement from the last three stinky, wallowy, underwear-­optional weeks.

I think Nana s is probably the right life choice. I step toward the clear glass door of the doughnut shop. Kiersten follows behind me. As the door swings open, we are blasted with the sweet scent of sugar and yeast and happiness. Yes. This is the exact type of comfort I need.

We take our place in line behind a handful of other hungry Hamiltonians who have excellent taste in morning pastries and eye the double-­wide glass case hosting dozens of artisanal doughnuts handcrafted with Nana s love.

What are you getting? Kiersten nudges me with her elbow as her eyes lock onto a row of Coconut Dreams. Her question is more of a formality. A Wilde sister ritual. To say we come here often is an understatement. A gross understatement.

Half a dozen Classic Fritters, I tell both Kierst and the little old lady working the cash register, who is not the real Nana. It s my order. The one I give every Saturday morning when we meet for our weekly walk-­and-­talks, or on a random July Monday when my life has fallen apart.

Beside me, my sister sighs.

You could branch out, you know. She points to a pink-­frosted doughnut. That one says Wine and Sunshine. Try it with me? I m conducting serious doughnut research.

She looks over at me with a hopeful raise of her brows. Still, I shake my head and take my doughnut box from the cashier, who gives me a polite smile before reaching for another box and filling it with Kiersten s signature order of Surprise me.

The cashier hands the box to Kiersten, who doesn t even bother to wait until we ve paid to bite into a dark-­pink one and moan. Oh sweet baby J, this thing is better than an orgasm. You have to try a bite. She holds the cream-­filled confection up to my mouth.

I m good. I hold up my doughnut box. Team fritt…