Every witch knows the guidelines: Stick to your own kind. By no means reveal your forces to outsiders. Take a consort through the witching families or kiss your magic good-bye permanently.

For years I’ve been noiseless, obedient Rose Hallowell. I recognized the person my stepmother decided for me. But I never stopped lacking my long-ago friends.

Now we’re back again on my youth estate to set up my relationship. The young boys I was raised with? They’re still in town-and they haven’t neglected me either. And damn if they haven’t developed well.

They have got no magic, room in my life. But they’re enchanting and sweet and infuriatingly sizzling, and I cannot appear to stay away. The greater I make an effort to resist, the greater secrets I uncover about my family, my betrothal, and everything I thought was true about the witching world.

I am lied to. I am betrayed. To claim my magic and my pleasure, I’ll break every rule there is-and then some.

Don’t wreck havoc on this witch. Every increased has thorns.

Contains mature themes.