Magic ignites when photographer, Vivian, meets the quirky art curator, Seven. The pair's tumultuous romance is complicated by Seven's secret powers. 700 Nights with Seven chronicles the lovers' magical relationship over nearly two years. Will Vivian adjust to life with a witch? Or, will Seven's mysterious adventures overshadow the attraction?

There will be seven hundred chapters in this story––one for each day (and night) that Vivian and Seven are together.

I’ve always loved witches and magic, and this story has those elements along with a hefty dose of feminist humor and LGBTQ kinky sex!

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EPISODE ONE: “CLOSE YOUR EYES OR THE TRICK WON’T WORK.”

December 21

Seven took a long drag from a skinny cigarette. It was flavored with cloves and wrapped in teal paper, but despite the festive packaging, the cigarette, nonetheless, contained all the normal nastiness in your average cancer stick. Outside the gallery, Seven observed a tall brunette trip over a loose paver. Seven smirked and kept to her little corner of solitude, never taking an eye off the brunette. The brunette was beautiful and emitted a golden aura that only Seven could see. Seven loved golden things, always had.

The brunette stepped through the front door into the party. 

“Vivian!” A blonde rushed over to the brunette and hugged her. “You made it! I wasn’t sure if you were coming.”

“So sorry I’m late, Amanda,” Vivian replied. “I got lost in retouching an editorial. Here––”

––she pressed a small blue box into Amanda’s hands.

“Is this Tiffany?”

“Open it.”

Amanda tore off the white bow and popped open the baby blue box, revealing a deck of playing cards. 

“Wow!” Amanda’s eyes shone. “I love them! I hope they weren’t too expensive.”

They weren’t.

Vivian had picked up a boatload of Tiffany playing cards the last time she was in New York with her mother. Vivian kept her linen closet stuffed with pre-wrapped presents like that. A deck of cards was the cheapest gift Tiffany sold. In addition to being a gender-neutral gift, no one was ever disappointed to receive a gift from the iconic store.

“Let’s get you a drink,” Amanda said, tugging Vivian over the bar. 

“We’re out of everything,” the cater-waiter shrugged.

Seven stepped in front of Amanda and Vivian. “Let me have a look.” Seven kneeled down behind the bar and reached impossibly far into the cabinet. “Here we go,” Seven said, retrieving a bottle of vodka.

The bartender furrowed his eyebrows in surprise. “I looked in that cabinet about twenty times.” He filled a tumbler with vodka and ice and passed it over to Vivian. “Where did you find that?”

Seven winked. “It’s just a little magic.”

Vivian took tiny sips from the vodka. 

“You don’t like vodka, huh?” Seven asked.

Vivian squinted down at Seven. “Is it that obvious?.”

“Yeah, you’re way too fancy for well liquor.”

“Are you trying to insult me? Because that felt like a compliment.”

Seven snickered. 

“I think I’ve seen you before…” Vivian tried to place Seven’s face. 

“I run the gallery.”

“Oh?”

“Yup.” Seven looked deeply into Vivian’s brown eyes and found them to be warm and inviting. “I’m Seven.” She brushed her short red hair behind one ear. “Would you care to accompany me to the garden in the back?”

Vivian smiled, “I’m Vivian. Yes on the garden, but why the formality?”

“Fancy ladies desire fancy lady things. Come on, princess. I’ll push you in the swing. It will be just like the Fragonard painting.”

Outside, Vivian took a seat on a swing hanging from a large sculpture. The December air prickled her skin, and she shivered. Seven slid in very close to Vivian. 

“I thought you were going to push me?” Vivian teased.

“Can’t push you and warm you up at the same time, and right now, you’re very chilly.”

“I am, actually.”

“Give me your hands,” Seven ordered. Vivian squished her face a bit, but handed them over anyway. “Now close those brown eyes.” 

“Seven!”

“What?”

“Are you always such a shameless flirt?”

“Close your eyes or the trick won’t work.”

Vivian sighed and shut her eyes. Seven inhaled deeply, pulling heat from inside the gallery into her body. Once there was enough warmth collected, Seven leaned toward Vivian and, as if blowing a bubble with a piece of chewing gum, created an invisible globe of heat that encircled them both. 

“Do I still need to keep my eyes closed?” Vivian asked.

“If you want me to kiss you, you do.”

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