Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)

by Jennifer Chipman

I’d always been taught that black cats were a sign of good luck. Maybe that just came with the territory as the daughter of a witch, but every time I’d seen one, life seemed to look up.

Crunchy leaves littered the ground, giving a satisfying crunch anytime I stepped on one with my boots. The entire world was lit up with color, all the trees turning the magnificent hues of autumn.

I loved every bit of this season—when the air turned crisp and you could pull all the warm sweaters out of the back of your closet. It felt like the equivalent of wrapping yourself up in a warm, cozy blanket with a cup of hot apple cider in your hands.

There was nothing quite as magical as getting lost in the pages of a good book. I’d always loved that feeling—looking up, and realizing I’d just spent the last three straight hours reading without a break.

‘And never, ever, make a deal with the devil.’

Find the curse, break the chains, set the magic free.

“Reverse the curse. Break the ties. Let what has come unbidden, be unbound.”

You’d like that, would you? Me on my knees for you.