There's a lot riding on this cooking competition.
Winning the prize money would allow me to open a restaurant
honoring my mother's ancient magical recipes.
But that surly male judge seems to have it in for me.
Imagine my horror when fate forces us through a time portal back to 1524.
Despite my witchy animosity, I can't deny an unspoken connection,
an undercurrent of something completely compelling.
His shifter gaze, both knowing and playful, sparks a magnetic pull,
with an aura of ancient nobility.
The instant our lips meet, a surge of electricity courses through me.
In that moment of pure, unadulterated connection,
I feel a shared bond that transcends time and unites us in a way words can't express.
His lips are hot and hard against mine,
sending a sizzling bolt of lightning down the length of my body.
I'm overwhelmed by his strength and desire for me.
Heaven. I've fallen into heaven.
Our shared mis-adventure forces a decision
to stay here forever and save our ancestors from doom,
Or return to present day reality and risk amnesia over the bond we've waited a lifetime for.
