Fangs and Frenemies (Blue Moon Bay Witches #1)

by Sierra Cross

I mean, take you. You’re sweet, Hazel. This whole town trusts you not to poison their muffins. But you have about as much presence as a jar of apple butter. No offense.” “None taken. Apple butter is a palate pleaser with a unique flavor profile.” Paired great with muffins, too. “Of course you would think of it that way, honey, you’re so nice.”

Gran had never taught me how to summon a demon.

Five minutes later, we plunged our stacked hands into the cauldron and let out a three-part harmony of a scream. Max was alto, I was mezzo, and Britt soprano, in case you’re wondering.

What the hex?

“I must say I’m eager to tie up this loose end—meaning you—so we can all move on with our lives. Except you.”

“I will never stop haunting you,” I growled at them. “Oh, that’s nice my dear, but we have haunting insurance,”

“Thanks, Crow Bro.” She kissed Elliot on the cheek.

“Well, my bags are packed,” she said. “I’ll be taking on a new job in LA, supporting a much more wholesome family. The Kardashians.” “Good luck with that.”