A Waste of a Good Pucker – Excerpt From “Minna”

Minna has a secret.  Her father, ex-dragon jockey Wynn Westerfield, will forever hold a grudge against wizards.  Because it was a wizard who caused his career-ending accident, Minna struggles to hide her incredible magical powers from him…and from the world.

Evan Valentine has attended a prestigious magical academy on scholarship, although he’s managed to conceal that fact from everyone. He’s on the fast track to success with his apprenticeship to wizard Thaddeus Bartholomew, and Evan’s carefully constructed life doesn’t include a certain beautiful girl whose powers rival his own.

Although Minna and Evan don’t realize it yet, their destinies have been intertwined for years. When a threat arises, Minna and Evan must travel to another reality to retrieve a dangerous magical artifact.  Can Minna and Evan learn to work together, despite their mutual mistrust? Or will their explosive romantic attraction lead to disaster?

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Dinner ended with individual lemon soufflés so light they hovered over the plate. Thaddeus excused himself without eating his, and went to his study for a brandy. Minna had a difficult time pinning her soufflé down. Her attempt to stick a fork in the confection sent it zooming across the table. Fortunately Evan caught it before the dish hit the wall. He sent it back to her.

“It’s counter-intuitive, but you have to blow across it to make the soufflé stick to the plate,” he said. “It’s something about the puckering of the lips that calms the lemon.”

“What a waste of a good pucker,” Minna murmured. She blew across the soufflé, and it dropped onto her plate.

“You see, it wasn’t a waste after all,” Evan said.

“I suppose it depends on your perspective. To me, it’s a success since I’m now able to eat the soufflé. To the soufflé, it’s a tragedy.”

“I kissed you because I wanted to, Minna, and for no other reason! I don’t go around kissing girls out of gratitude.”

“Oh? Why do you go around kissing girls?”

His eyes narrowed. “You’re doing this on purpose.”


“Pushing me away. I could tell you had a troll-sized independent streak the moment I met you.”

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