Like Young Harry, your TrendSavant is in the cupboard under the stairs, savoring the last few pages of Lover at Last. Not locked in by the dastardly Dursleys, simply relocated to a less… chaotic… spot following the breach of our basement hideaway by Basil, et al.
Perhaps breach is not absolutely correct. The fault lies with the mind-controlling scent of fresh banana bread. After about thirty seconds of those without waving the fragrant loaf around transom and keyhole, opening the door just felt right.
For those of you who have read the last word of Lover at Last (the first time through – you will go back for more), your TrendSavant will say only this:
Heat.
Romance.
Tuxedo.
Yum.
To those still reading, we will say nothing and allow you to return to your soul candy.
Don’t forget to tell us how you liked it!
TrendSavant.
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