And now here’s an exclusive excerpt from SPELLBINDING! (For all the excerpts and more information about the book, visit Cecilia’s website here: http://blog.ceciliatan.com/archives/2389)When lovers meet, it’s magic–literally–when your characters are studying at the Magic University and erotic magic is the most powerful of all. In these 17 short stories featuring characters from Cecilia Tan’s Magic University LGBT new adult romance series, erotic energy heals wounds, lifts curses, bonds some people together, and tears some people apart. Tan and a merry crew of nine writers explore the intriguing secondary characters, unanswered mysteries, and background stories of Veritas.

Excerpt from “Ignorance is Bliss” by Cecilia Tan, a story of Timothy Frost

I’ll probably never know just how much Michael knew about me before we met. All I knew about him was his House. I assumed he knew nothing about me. But that was a bad assumption. I was known to many of the faculty, and idle chatter had a way of filtering down. I wished, of course, that all the attention came from my achievements as a student, rather than the rumors—and some facts—about my past, so my goal became to simply be at the top of every class.

Since this was a partner class, that meant Michael and I both would have to be the best.

“We need to come up with a final project that will really show off both our abilities,” he said, motivated in his own way to excel. Typical Scip.

We were sitting at a table in the library, books scattered around us and notes covering the page in front of me. “I know. But is conjuration too ambitious?”

He shrugged. “It would make an impression. But it can’t just be a like a party trick. It needs to be artistic, and combinatory.”

I sighed. “Like, I conjure the seeds, and you make them grow quickly?”

“Hm, that has promise but…if we just do something additive, she’ll fail us. We need to do something that multiplies your power and mine. Something that could only be done with us working together at the same time.” He bent his head and wrote something.

I put my hand on the table and turned it palm up. “Put your hand in mine?” My voice was remarkably steady, I thought.

He looked up, and the look in his eye said he heard all the unspoken questions I wasn’t asking. He gave me a moment to appreciate that, then slid his hand into mine.

His was warm, almost hot. I took a deep breath and felt the power under my skin pulse. He swallowed, feeling it too.

“Whatever you want to do,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. I’ll try it.”

I was speaking of the enchantment project, wasn’t I?