Destined

Love was a dangerous, fanciful thing. Fit for little girls and fairytales. Celestine knew this. She was aware of the fact that the unfocused emotion could distract her from her plans; the path she'd so carefully laid out for herself. Much like the women of her beloved heritage, she had no intention of allowing any man to stop her from becoming mambo asogwe--the high priestess of her people and one of the most powerful ones her familial line has ever seen. But that seems to be the funny thing about plans. They mean absolutely nothing in the face of fate. With All Soul's Day just around the corner Celestine is aiming to purify herself to take the place that she's been so ardently working for--which is an incredibly hard thing to do when you suddenly have an extremely beautiful, extremely pushy, extremely strong-willed Druid King attempting to claim you as his and his alone.