Cloudy with a Chance of Witchcraft (Grimm Cove, #1)

by Mandy M. Roth

I'm going to live life on my terms—come Hell, high water, or magikal mishaps.

I snickered. “I don’t think ghosts eat anyone. Plus, they’re not real.” “Okay, but if you’re wrong and I end up on the dinner menu for some specter, or a demon, I’m going to be pissed,” said Dana, letting me enter the home. “And I’m going to come back and haunt you.”

Why not just yell ‘go to the light, Carol Anne’? Seems easier and less likely to require the fire department’s assistance.

“Poppy, please. I can’t look at you right now. It will scare the hell out of you, and I love you too much to have you be terrified of me.”