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DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?
I can’t remember at what age I stopped believing in magic. I don’t mean the seeing your child take its first breath or a beautiful sunset kind of magic. I’m talking the wand-waving, nose-wiggling, genie in a bottle kind of magic.
At six, I was sure I could fly. Superman did it all the time. All I needed was a cape and a running start. Unfortunately, the towel around my neck as I jumped off the garage roof taught me, I was no superman. I was eight or nine when I gave up rubbing on the old lamp my grandmother kept on the shelf. I nearly rubbed my fingertips raw and not so much as a puff of smoke. Teenage years were a blur and I’m pretty sure by the time I had my children, Bewitched, was nothing more than an entertaining show.
In my new novel, Calculated Magic, I am a lot like Richard. Except, I suck at math, my dog’s name is not Albert (Agnes is a girl) and I don’t avoid people or hate small talk. Okay, I’m nothing like Richard except we share a disbelief in magic. We both look for the logical explication when something strange or eerie happens. Yet, unlike Richard, I want to believe and still holding out hope that one day, I’ll wiggle my nose and suddenly be sitting on the beach with the sun beating down on me in the dead of winter.
What about you? Do you remember at what age you stopped believing in real magic? If you could cast a spell with the twitch of your nose, what kind would it be?
~Hugs~
Jo
Never too late for love.
Three-hundred-and-fifty-year-old warlock Tikron must find his true love or forfeit his immortality. But if he hasn’t found his ideal mate in all these centuries, the prospects don’t look too bright.
That is, until he sees mathematician Richard Beaumont. It’s love at first sight and Tikron’s future just go a whole lot brighter.
Except Richard doesn’t believe in love at first sight. He doesn't believe in love at all. He certainly doesn’t believe in magic. His life is ruled by statistics and logic, and they tell him a relationship with Tikron has only a 10 percent chance of success. That’s unacceptable—even if the attraction between them is off the charts.
With his powers waning and the clock ticking down, Tikron’s last hope is showing Richard the true meaning of magic.
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SJD Peterson, better known as Jo, hails from Michigan. Not the best place to live for someone who hates the cold and snow. When not reading or writing, Jo can be found close to the heater checking out NHL stats and watching the Red Wings kick a little butt. Can't cook, misses the clothes hamper nine out of ten tries, but is handy with power tools.
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