Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)

by Jennifer Chipman

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.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, Willow. I vow it.” His words sank into my skin.

The second I’d gotten my form back, when all of my powers had drawn back into my body, the truth had clicked in place. Her scent hit me like a lightning bolt to my system. Mine. She was—mine.

“Willow.” I sighed. She was so stubborn, and damn it, I liked that.