Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)

by Jennifer Chipman

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.

It was like I’d come to life completely from just his one touch.