Spookily Yours (Witches of Pleasant Grove, #1)

by Jennifer Chipman

There was a reason I was twenty-eight and still single. The

How come every lead is my age?

There was nothing quite as magical as getting lost in the pages of a good book.

Oh my gods. “A cursed talking cat? What is this, Sabrina the Teenage Witch?”

How can she be lonely, Damien thought to me, puffing up his fuzzy chest, when she has me?

“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.

“You worry too much, little witch.” Yeah, well, maybe you don’t worry enough. Nonsense. I just worry about the important things.

Ooo he comfired they are mates, figure it out Wil!

“With everything that I am, I’m yours.” I kissed her forehead. “Forever.”