Pumpkin Spice & Poltergeist (Maple Hollow, #1)

by Ali K. Mulford

“Did you seriously take my favorite shirt to the afterlife?”

I thanked my ADHD and my proclivity to forget everyone who wasn’t directly in front of my face.

Proclivity: a tendency to choose or do something regularly; an inclination or predisposition towards a particular thing.

“Aren’t demons and vampires the same thing?” Willow shook her head. “Common misconception. Demons give off more finance-bro vibes. Vampires give off more Victorian-royalty-who-wants-to-drink-your-blood vibes.”

humming the tune to a Hozier song.

more than anything, I wanted to listen to the pretty witch beside me talk about everything under the sun and stars.

“You know what helps with a worried mind? Sex.”

It was like I’d spent my whole life staring at the moon and she’d walked in with all of her sunshine. Now I was constantly seeking out her warmth, constantly turning toward the sun.

“Not having you riding my face for the next hour would be the only tragic thing to come from tonight.”

The moon drew me to you like the waves to the shore.

“Are you sure you didn’t put a love spell on me? Because I love you more than I ever thought was possible. I love you like it’s magic.”