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Emily Sinclair is the name on her new ID, but the man who craved power is still burning inside her—now trapped in a flawless twenty-four-year-old body with a hunger that has nothing to do with ambition. Katherine, his wife of twenty years, watches her transformed husband and finds the thought of those soft lips between her thighs, while a rugged stranger from the bar claims Emily from behind, impossible to resist. Marcus Thorne’s calloused hands don’t ask questions, and Emily’s new cunt is ready to answer them all.
In the dim bedroom, Katherine's silk robe slips from her shoulder as she reaches out, her fingers tracing the curve of Emily's hip, feeling the softness that was once her husband's hard angles. Emily'
In the quiet of the morning bedroom, Emily sits up, the loose ring spinning on her finger as she stares at the water glass on the nightstand—and with a trembling thought, it lifts, hovering a foot abo
In the sunlit kitchen, Emily sets down her goblet and feels the hunger rise again — not for power, but for something thick and hard to fill her, a want that coils low in her belly and makes her sick w
Katherine stands at the living room window, watching her three children on the couch, their faces turned to her as she speaks. She tells them magic is real and their father unlocked it—but at a steep
Emily's palm presses against the man's sternum, and the power surges up her arm like a river breaking a dam, raw and vast, far bigger than when she healed Katherine. The man's wife gasps as color floo