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.

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.

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 collar jingled around my neck that the damned humans had snapped on me.

A month. I’d been stuck in this shape for a month, and what did I have to show for it? A collar and practically permanent residency at this shelter.

I preferred when they called me Demon Cat to anything else. At least that one was accurate.

That was why I’d practically crawled into her lap. Why I let her take me.

Darting out of the room, I dashed to the other end of the house—peeking my head into what looked like a library.

She chuckled to herself. “Picky cat, huh?” My little witch had no idea.