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Sylvester didn t think Richard s car would handle the hills in the snow
well.
The next morning Richard woke up so sore he could barely move,
bruised in places he d rather not think about, but the soft, warm body
pressed against him, and the curtain of jet-black hair over his shoulder,
made it not matter so much. Yesterday had been the best Christmas of his
entire life.
* * * * *
Marie Laveau quickly set aside her favorite book of spells and
headed through the beaded curtain when the bell over the door of her
herbal shop chimed. Pasting on a friendly smile, she greeted her customer,
finding herself a bit delighted at who it turned out to be.
At least one member of the hated Princeton family had become a
profitable adversary over the decades.  How are you today, Deidre?
 Hello, Marie. I have a dreadful headache, and I m down to the last
drop of that splendid herbal bath gel you recommended to help when my
joints ache.
Marie gestured toward the aisle with the bath gels.  It s the best
you ll ever find, she declared, unashamed. This particular Princeton liked
the best and was willing to pay for it& unlike some in that family. She
shook her head slightly to dispel the wayward memories, but that proved
difficult as she watched Theodore s widow peruse the stocked shelves.
The Princeton family men had been nothing but thorns in Marie s
side all her life. The pride of Everland, the Princetons were considered the
royalty of the small, close-knit community, but Marie saw them for what
they were. Arrogant, lucky bastards& the lot of them& beginning with
that two-timing Drake Princeton.
 Is this one as strong as the other I bought last time? Deidre asked
without glancing back at Marie.
 Yes. The active ingredients are the same and all natural, too.
 I love the lavender scent.
 That expert golf swing of yours will come in handy.
Deidre glanced back.  How so?
 One whiff of that and you ll need it to fight off all of the wealthy
gents after you at the country club. Marie gave her a conspiratorial
smile camaraderie between two gray-haired matronly women of the
town making Deidre laugh.
 Oh, Marie, you are card. I m long past my prime.
 Nonsense. You re still beautiful. A high quality lady, respected
and admired. It never hurt to stoke Deidre s ego. Even the women who
married into the Princeton family shared that fault.
 Thank you for that. Deidre s forehead wrinkled with tension, so
Marie suggested she also look at the natural pain medications on the next
aisle over.
As she did, Marie returned to the front counter to await her
customer there& and to plot the demise of the Princetons. Someday she d
find a way to get her vengeance. Oh, handsome and vain Drake Princeton
was still paying for his duplicity. Thoughts of him still hiding his face out
in the swamps made her smile. She only wished her spell hadn t kept him
young all these years, but how else would he pay forever unless he lived
forever& or so long as her curse remained intact. She huffed and busied
herself with wiping down the glass countertop. That swine deserved
everything he got for breaking her heart all those years ago.
She frowned, remembering the newspaper announcement a few
months back. Drake s cohort had been rescued from her lifetime sentence
by none other than a Princeton. Well, an adopted one, but they were all
the same.
Marie gritted her teeth. That made two curses broken by Princeton
men. Two too many. She had to do something. She d love nothing better
than to cast a spell and send the whole lot of them straight to Hell, if such
a spell existed, which it didn t, but a woman could dream.
However, there was that valid threat from the latest ruler of the
Princeton clan. Maxwell. She had yet to determine how best to get around
his dire warnings of turning her beloved home and shop, to which he held
the legal title, into a community garden should she be caught casting
spells on a member of the Princeton family again.
Marie fumed as she remembered the letter he d sent. Technically,
Cindy Maxwell s wife now hadn t been a Princeton when Marie cast
her spell on the hapless child to get back at the girl s father. And neither
had Jacqueline, who foolishly tried to steal Marie s beau so many years
ago. That beau was a Princeton, but Maxwell didn t know about that, or at
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