"5 Hearts!...Suzanne Marie Calvin has written a story with all the makings of a best seller...I just couldn't put it down...Ms. Calvin has done a stand-up job and I look forward to reading more of her stories in the future. I strongly recommend this book."—Diane T., The Romance Studio

"5 Roses!...From the very first page of the novel, Suzanne Marie Calvin's Bewitching The Bachelor proves itself to be an alluring story...The idea of using a love curse to bring the hero and heroine together is a remarkable concept, which is made even more brilliant by Calvin's first class writing talent...It's been a while since I've enjoyed reading a story as much as this one. In fact, I didn't stop reading until I was finished. You could say it Bewitched me."—Natasha, A Romance Review

"5 Wine Glasses!...This story had my attention from the first word to the last; I hated to see it end. This is another keeper for my shelf and one I will tell all my friends to buy."—The Raven Reviews

"...Both intriguing and exciting, giving us a view on magic that is as practical as it is fantastic, driving the reader along with a suspenseful storyline. But what makes this book truly powerful is the characters themselves...secondary characters Miles and Fallon are wonderful and added even more whimsy to the story...[Luke and Bianca’s] romance was hot enough to set my computer on fire! Thank you, Suzie, for gifting us with yet another fabulous read!"—Michelle O'Leary, Sci-Fi/Romance Author of The Huntress

"4 1/2 Blue Ribbons!...A wonderful story of love, trust and magic. This book is worth reading again and again."—Crystal Fulcher, Romance Junkies

"I just got this book today and I devoured it in one sitting...Suzie's story grabbed me and just wouldn't let go...The sexual tension is always sizzling...I was literally on the edge of my seat shushing hubby and the pizza boy and biting my fingernails to find out (the ending)...Those love scenes are HOT...It's a must read!"—Evangeline Anderson, Author

"...A pleasure to read...The story was full of engaging characters and a hero and heroine that readers will love to see together. I continued to be intrigued by the plot throughout the story..."--Kathy Andrico, The Road to Romance

"5 Lips!...Susanne Marie Calvin creates the perfect paranormal story...with its dynamite plot, white hot sex, a dastardly villain and an ending to make you cry!...One awesome book that kept me on the edge of my seat...An excellent book that all fans can enjoy."--Alisha, Two Lips Reviews

"4 Hearts!...The magical and beautiful Bianca is an original character...She just radiates goodness and tries to help those around her. Luke fears dying young like the males in his family before him, and he does not believe in magic, really...The author builds the romance between the two main characters rather quickly as if they can’t help themselves and I enjoyed watching Luke’s perceptions change. Cabot Halestrom, the cousin from Texas is truly creepy, in looks as well as intentions and makes a fantastic villain. His quest for revenge makes for a very exciting climax to the story. This is a really great read."--Maura Frankman, The Romance Studio

She scrambled to right herself but their limbs were hopelessly tangled and every struggle only seemed to bring them closer. Nose to nose, she felt his breath on her lips again, and their eyes connected—his very dark, reflecting the moonlight, and filled with shadowy secrets that tickled her curiosity and made something hot unfurl deep in her abdomen.

Her heart punched hard in her chest and she wondered if he could feel it—a prospect that brought fresh heat to her cheeks.

He opened his mouth, his lips a whisper away from hers, and hoarsely managed, “Can’t…breathe…”

Gasping in embarrassment, she rolled off him, an apology squeezing past her tight throat. “I’m s-sorry… Are you…?” Her voice was shrill, anxious, and she wasn’t sure what had her feeling worse, embarrassment or annoyance.

Had she asked to be rescued from a harmless garden snake?

He lay there, bringing a hand to his mid-section. “I…think I’m okay.”

Bianca slipped shaky fingers through her hair, then smoothed her disheveled dress. When she finally found her voice, her tone was sharper than she intended. “Why did you do that!”

“To save you from the snake, of course.” His winded expression gave way to a sheepish grin. “I have this…thing…about snakes.” He paused, cleared his throat, and then confessed, with unabashed resolve, “I don’t like them.”

“His name’s Hugo, and he’s a harmless garden snake. Not a bloodthirsty anaconda.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes, chuckling, then winced, shutting them tight. “Damn it… I think I cracked a rib.”

“Oh, please! I’m not that heavy,” she huffed, folding her arms and eyeing him skeptically.

“Seriously. It hurts.”

Bianca gently placed a hand over the right side of his chest, then the left, feeling a dull ache in her own ribs. Knowing then, she breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re fine. No break, just bruising.”

He opened one eye. “You a doctor?”

It was hard not to laugh at his unmasked skepticism. “Luke, you’re fine.” When his distrusting gaze narrowed, she groaned irritably. “Fine. Come on. I think Doctor Moss is still here. You can have him look at it.” Pushing to her feet, she extended a hand. “But I think we should wager a bet. If I’m right, you owe me—”

He took the hand she offered.

Bianca froze. The instant they touched, she felt it. Hot and cold. Sick and strong. Crazy and sane. The storm of mixed emotions and sensations weakened her knees and stole the air from her lungs. Her head spun. Every heartbeat was an explosion inside of her chest that sent shards of apprehension slicing through her.

Her visions came that way sometimes. Not always with such force, but occasionally that way. Other times what she could see came gently floating in, like a daydream, then filtering back out. The sensation of being, without the shock of what it was.

This time, it was merciless. The experience yanked Bianca out of reality, then cast her into another place and time. It happened so abruptly, she felt her knees buckle. The woozy feeling she associated with blacking out washed over her in thick waves.

Then, suddenly, there was the rope. She felt it, coarse around her neck, tearing into her delicate skin. With dull realization, Bianca knew it was fastened to the branch of a tree.

She heard the preacher’s voice and the murmur of fervent prayer from the crowd. She felt panic, pain, and fear, aware that it was the end. Her end.

The smell of sweaty horses, powerful and rank, filled her nostrils. The metallic taste of blood seeped into her mouth and turned her stomach, forcing Bianca to swallow back bile that was foamy and rancid.

Her breasts and womb ached, but not more than her heart. She knew then the bittersweet joy of bearing a child and feeding the babe from her own breast. Of the passionate attachment that kind of magic brought a woman. How a love so powerful meant having to give up her only child, to be raised in secret, to be safe from harm. Knowing she would never see her precious daughter again…

The only thing stronger than that love was her fury. It coursed through her, blistering and wild, when she saw the man. Tall and strapping, dark and handsome, his eyes were shadowed by the hat on his head. He stood with a dark-haired plain woman dressed in the colors of her colony and their two children, who watched in sadness and horror.

Bianca was paralyzed with the pain of betrayal. Like a hot blade, it sliced straight through her heart. The agony made her welcome death with stunning relief.

She heard someone bellow, “Hang the witch!”

And everything went black…

Slowly the herb and floral scents of her own garden filtered in, nudging away the smell of horses and the stench of death. She looked down. Luke’s hand still clasped hers, though she had yet to help him to his feet. He watched her with a bewildered gaze, his eyes dark, piercing.

Bianca released his hand, gaping in stunned silence from her palm to his face. Her stomach pitched and her heart thrummed in her throat. She felt breathless and dizzy.

Finally, when she could speak again, the words were forced past a tight throat. They sounded harsh, panicked and reproachful, but she spoke them anyway.