Northwoods Magic by Desiree Lafawn ❤️ Book Blitz & Gift Card Giveaway ❤️ (Paranormal Romance)

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Quinn Reynolds is desperate for answers. After a near fatal accident, Quinn’s life changes and she is suddenly plagued by dreams of ravens, magic, and a boy with copper-ringed eyes. Told by her doctors that she is delusional, Quinn travels to the Northwoods of Minnesota to find out the truth. But Quinn has another problem that she hasn’t shared. Not only does she dream of magic, she also possesses her own power as well and it scares the hell out of her.

Corbin Olsen has been battling his own demons for the last ten years. After sacrificing everything to save Quinn’s life, she forgot about him completely. He’s thought of her constantly in the years she’s been gone, but nothing prepared him for the woman she has become. Although angry at her for leaving him, Corbin isn’t able to dismiss his need for her.

But Corbin and Quinn are running out of time for a meaningful reunion, the real evil is back and hunting the prey that escaped them all those years ago.

“I don’t know what I have to say to make you understand how important you are to me. I waited ten years. Ten years, Quinn. A decade of loneliness and anger, feeling so bad I thought I would die from it, but still I waited for you.” Corbin looked thoughtfully at the pocket knife in his hands; the one he had been using to cut herbs, and stood up slowly.
“You could cut me with this knife right now and I wouldn’t run away. Is that what it would take Quinn? Do you need to see me bleed for you to understand, because here’s the knife babe, I’ll even stand real still for you.”
Oh, he was so very angry, but it was one hundred percent a different kind of angry than Quinn has assumed he would be. She started to get the sinking feeling that she had screwed up. Again. He stalked towards her with the closed knife in his hands, but when she put her hands behind her back in an effort to refuse he gently but firmly grabbed her wrist and pried her fingers open so that her palm lay flat in his. He placed the knife in her open hand and curled her fingers around it, then waited expectantly.
“Feelings aren’t right or wrong Quinn, they just are. Who do you think you are to tell me how I should feel?” He stepped even closer to Quinn and she fought to stand her ground and not pull away. She was doing this for him, why couldn’t he see that? Why was he trying to get her to second guess her decision?
“Why are you so concerned about being normal?” he continued. “Exactly what part of either of our situations is normal anyway? What does that even mean? Your magic changed me Quinn, but it was my choice you get that? It was my choice to change and my choice to help you and my fucking choice to spend the last ten years waiting for you to get your shit together so I could finally feel like I wasn’t alone. Damn it Quinn I would bleed for you.” He closed his hand around Quinn’s hand, the one that held the knife and punched out the words again.
“I. Would. Bleed. For. You.”

Desiree lives in Northwest Ohio with her husband, two children, and two rowdy cats. She is a craft addicted, roller derby skating amateur foody who loves to enjoy a glass of chardonnay with a side of whatever snack the kids left untouched in the pantry, most likely goldfish crackers.

She writes contemporary and fantasy/paranormal romance because fairy tales are where it's at. She loves the pull of magic, the light and the dark of it, as well as the effort the characters must go through to reach their happily ever after.