Fangs and Frenemies (Blue Moon Bay Witches #1)

by Sierra Cross

I silently cursed the Third Vow of a Green Witch, “Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks to Augment Thine Appearance.” The first two were way more reasonable. “Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks To Commit Murder.” Well, duh. And “Thou Shalt Not Use Magicks to Cause A Person to Fall in Love.”

Modern Green witches were chill compared to vampires and shifters, who still ordered executions at the drop of a hat like it was the Middle Ages.

Green Magic had a sweet, bright scent like mown grass.

Beige Magic smelled like perfume.

Red Magic smelled like berries or blood, supposedly. Since it was strictly outlawed,

Grey Magic was supposed to smell like. Burning grass.

“Do you understand how valet parking works, ma’am? You stand by the roundabout, and I bring your car right to you like you’re a princess.”

I’ll forever think of myself as a princess when I use valet from now on 😌

At my pun, he stared stoically into the distance. The younger generation appreciated nothing.

Not to toot my own horn, but I just have that something. I’ve got It. I’ve got it going on. I’m an It Girl. Face it, you two need me.”

This is giving Jughead’s “I’m a weirdo” speech 🤢

What was with this guy? He could be having flaming hot affairs with tons of women but instead he chose to have close, supportive friendships with them?

Not Drew being a feminist himbo

“But it’s not your fault. Your species places a premium on romantic love, and witches tend to have a hard time finding a mate. Your desperation makes you vulnerable to con artists from all dimensions.”

Ooof

“Drew’s latest venture is to open an upscale nightclub downtown and build a moat around the house. Because he likes moats.”

Because he likes moats

“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.”