{"id":254290,"date":"2026-07-13T03:26:12","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:26:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beswitched-karalynne-makrorie\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T03:26:12","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T00:26:12","slug":"beswitched-karalynne-makrorie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/beswitched-karalynne-makrorie\/","title":{"rendered":"Beswitched – Karalynne Makrorie"},"content":{"rendered":"
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She breathed again into her hand in search of the aroma. \u201cI am trying to discern where that smell is coming from.\u201d \u201cI beg pardon, but I assure you it will not have been my breath, whatever the odour,\u201d Darcy said, offended. Elizabeth stopped herself, only just, from glaring at him exasperatingly.<\/p>\n

She began instead to pat down the pockets of her great coat and vest to see whether she could find any hidden treats. Darcy watched half-strangled at the sight of his hands roaming over his torso and he could not help imagining Elizabeth doing so with her own hands in her own body.<\/p>\n

He croaked, \u201cPerhaps I might be of service. \u2018Tis my body, and I may have some knowledge of what personal effects are on it, if you tell me what it is you are looking for.\u201d Elizabeth looked up and queried, \u201cYou do not smell that? My grandfather used to eat them. Liquorice treats\u2014they have a very distinctive odour.\u201d<\/p>\n

Now that she mentioned it, Darcy did notice the scent. As if transported back to the beginning of this whole mysterious business, he remembered having smelt liquorice and heard a strange laugh. Smelling it now, it was as if his mind was recalling the remnants of that memory with perfect clarity.<\/p>\n

\u201cElizabeth! I remember smelling it right as our switch occurred!\u201d His companion blinked rapidly at his familiar use of her name. She appeared on the verge of rebuking him for it, but instead, she turned to him with an earnest expression. \u201cWhat do you remember, sir?\u201d Darcy contemplated her question for a few minutes as he tried to place himself back at the time of the switch. He recounted a situation that Elizabeth said was similar to her own, and they were convinced that the same forces were responsible.<\/p>\n

Standing abruptly, he rubbed tired hands over his face for only a second before he was again struck by the petal softness of her face. He struggled mightily, knowing his sanity required he have as little contact with her body as he was able despite being forced to dwell within it.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.<\/p>\n

Edited by Jan Ashton and Gail Warner 1kitap1.com\/en To a chro\u00ed (my heart) for all the magic you bring into my life 1kitap1.com\/en CONTENTS 1. Emissary 2. Souls Displaced 3. Trouble with Above 4. Twisted Fates 5. Alchemy & Old Friends 6. The Usual Practice of Elegant Females 7.<\/p>\n

Ancient Wisdom 8. Gentlemen and Their Concerns 9. Enchantments 10. New Beginnings 11. A Little Indulgence Acknowledgments About the Author Also by KaraLynne Mackrory 1kitap1.com\/en M ortals can be such pesky beings. They are always making a mull of their destinies, changing the course of nature, disrupting their fates\u2014all with such disregard to the vast amount of work it causes me. The gentry, they call themselves. Ha! Yet there is nothing gentle about the way they barrel through their temporal lives, leaving their fates among the debris in the wake.<\/p>\n

And who is to clean up the disorder created by these mortals? Who is to place them back upon their correct course? Their assigned Emissary of course. As I sit here perched above these havoc makers, I cannot help but wistfully think back on the days of my youth. Morosely, I wish that back then Fortuna had seen in me a spirit of Nature or even Academia.<\/p>\n

I am sure I would have been very good at those callings. I do not believe I am fooling myself to believe I have in me what it takes to be a Nature. I could imagine myself being quite happy given charge of the seasons\u2014changing the winds and waking the flowers each day with gentle encouragement as the sun rose. Yes, I could be quite contented with the flora. I am fairly certain I could develop a green thumb if given half a chance.<\/p>\n

Or perhaps an Academia, guiding young minds with whisperings of ideas in their thoughts\u2014expanding their knowledge and shepherding the course of human achievement. Yes, I would have excelled in this realm.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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