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.

But my brain couldn’t help conjuring an image of a man—tall, dark, and handsome—swooping in to give me the most romantic night of my life. A girl could dream, right?

I know thats right.

I might not have had everything figured out, but at least I had coffee.

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.

The young witch peered at me skeptically. “You want the demon cat?” I held him against my chest, frowning. “Yes. And he’s not a demon.” I scratched between his ears, and he looked up at me. “Are you, beastie?” If only I had known.

little witch?

“A cursed talking cat? What is this, Sabrina the Teenage Witch?” He blinked his eyes at me. “What?” “You know… Salem? He’s cursed to be a…” I looked at his blank face.

“Now, now, little witch.” His little pink nose wiggled. “What’s so wrong with our little arrangement?”

He narrowed his eyes, and the temperature dropped a few more degrees. “Say that again when I'm not in this form, and you’ll see just how powerful I am.”

I found I didn’t like that, either. I wanted to stay by her side. Protect her. Even if I weighed ten pounds, I still had sharp claws. And pointy teeth. If anyone threatened her…

“Little witch,” he murmured, cupping my jaw with his hand. His voice was rough, like with disuse.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “Nothing will happen to you as long as I’m here, Willow. I vow it.”

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.

“That was easier than I thought.” “What?” “To have you begging me.” You’d like that, would you? Me on my knees for you. “All you have to do is ask, witch.” “Mm. You’d like that, would you, demon?” My hand curled around her bicep. “Be careful what you ask for.”