In and out of institutions for over a decade, Eleanor St. Vincent can’t get the episodes racking her to stop. Half-witch, and lousy spell caster, she doesn’t picture much of a future. Then one day, Mitchell Sharpe catches her eye.
Mitchell Sharpe never dreamed he’d need the Prestige Institute. A year spent under a hex cost him everything, and he has no idea where to go from there. The last thing he expected to find was love.
Their happiness is short-lived as societal demands and ancient curses threaten to cave-in all they want to build. The deck might be stacked against them, but Mitchell and Eleanor will fight for their second chance at life…and love.
If you started with Hexed and Vexed, you’ll remember Mitchell had been Hexed and it was removed by the enforcer. As a result of having the hex reinforced repeatedly for a year, he is in Prestige. Prestige is a specialized hospital for taking care of witches with unique issues.
Eleanor gets loud and violent, but never remembers what happened. She loses that time, there is no curse or hex they can find and have attributed it to her being half human with no real power.
This is a favorite scene when she and Mitchell introduce themselves.
It was past time to return to her room. There wasn’t a frozen yogurt machine anywhere to be found. That was really too bad.
She left, turning down the hallway toward the direction of her room. This time it was numbered 55A. That meant she was in the A ward and room fifty-five.
She turned at the sound of Eyebrows’ call as he ran down the hall toward her.
She stood still, the weight of the world settling on her shoulders. Things were hard. They always were. For a minute, she’d forgotten.
“You were just going to leave?” He scrunched up his face. “Without answering my question.”
“It’s not a day for answered questions.” Sleep called to Eleanor. She’d crawl into bed. When her eyes closed, she’d be back in Egypt, under the pyramids with her mother, laughing as they took impressions and planned for a future that wouldn’t include lying. Even if they’d both known that wouldn’t come.
He ran a hand through his hair. “You answered mine and then I… I was rude. I apologize.”
“I never should have asked you to begin with. But what can I say? I’m crazy.”
He winced. “There you are again with that word. I’m in here because I was hexed for a year. Hexed to break up with my fiancé, who I then left at the altar, and to marry another woman who wanted to use me for my social power to advance herself both politically and within her career. Every day for a year she hexed me. I said and did horrible things to the woman I loved, until she lost her love for me, and is now married to someone else. Then I stumbled upon some enforcers who took the hex off me and woke up to discover a year had passed. That I’d been… forced to do things I never would have done. Both emotionally and physically. And I’d lost everything. I’m having a little trouble dealing with that. Also, there are ramifications to having been hexed that long that the doctors here can help me with.” He cleared his throat. “Or were able to help me. We’re talking about sending me home very soon.”
Well, in all of the things Eleanor could have imagined for this perfect looking man she hadn’t thought that would be the answer at all. She stared up at him. He was taller than she’d thought when he’d been sitting. At least six-foot-two since he stood higher than her father who was six-foot-one inches, if she remembered correctly.
“That really, really sucks.” Sometimes there was nothing else to say.
He snorted before he outright laughed, throwing his head back when he did. “Yeah… it does.”
She nodded at him. If anyone understood being out of control, it would be this man. “Have a nice evening.”
“Hold on, will you come out again? I don’t know your name.”
Some of the ease from before moved through her. “I don’t know yours either.”
“There’s a good way to remedy that. I’m Mitchell Sharpe. And you’re No-first-name-given St. Vincent.”
She still held to the idea of him being seriously cute. How had any woman replaced him in so little time? Oh, what did Eleanor know about relationships anyway? She’d never had one. Not ever. She never would. Even if she wasn’t nuts, half-breeds didn’t fall in easily with witches when it came to love, and she had too much magic for the humans to accept her. But none of that mattered since she was, in fact, nuts.
“I’m Eleanor. I don’t suppose we’ll see each other again. You’re leaving, and they don’t let me out much.”
He shook his head. “You don’t seem dangerous to me. So whatever you did to get out today? Do it again. Let’s be friends while we’re both in here. I want to ask you more about that tattoo.”
She looked down at the symbol. “Ah, it makes sense then. Why you want to hang out.”
“Maybe I just like you.”
Eleanor held up her wrist. “Maybe you just like tattoos.”
He laughed again. It was an easy sound. And because nothing was easy—not in this place or outside the walls—she ran down the hallway to her room, unsure what she was escaping.
Rebecca Royce. Curse Reversed (Kindle Locations 205-239). Kindle Edition.
Things get very interesting once Mitchell is released and he starts investigating Eleanor’s tattoo and the language she speaks when she loses time.
We meet many interesting characters and see some favorites from Hexed and Vexed as Eleanor’s grandparents take her away from Prestige and hire former enforcers Stefan and Kim to watch over her.
Fast-paced and suspenseful as the mystery of her ‘illness’ unfolds and her relationship with Mitchell heats up.
I can’t wait to read the next book in this series!
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