Curses & Cold Brew (Maple Hollow, #2)

by Ali K. Mulford

Dedicated to all the hot girls who drink cold brew ;)

There was no spell big enough to keep two hot women from banging, praise all the sapphic gods.

Can you believe it? Mermaids, Jordyn! You’d think it’d be a sure thing! Everyone knows there’s nothing gayer than freaking mermaids.”

“Moon Goddess, send me a hot lesbian⁠—” And right at that inopportune moment, Ramona Henry walked through the door.

Hell, even I’d thought about giving his gourd a ride once or twice, and I was as straight as a zigzag.

Once, a tourist had accused me of using some sort of “moving carpet like in Twilight.” Whatever the hell that meant.

“Her name is Citrine and she runs a crystal shop?” Ramona asked incredulously. “You can’t be serious.”

“We live in a magical gathering place for the paranormal, where we not only welcome tourists but try to convince them that we are all putting on some sort of town-wide skit every year. You’re a snarky demon who holds more secrets than the mayor. I’m a witch who uses real magic to heal people. We’re now investigating a second soul snatching. But Citrine being the name of the crystal shop owner is where you draw the line?” Ramona pursed her lips. “Point made.” Her glowing silver eyes studied me.

Dammit, Iris! You shouldn’t want to get gold stars from a freaking demon!

“Interesting.” Ramona shot me a look. “How did she almost kill him?” “I don’t know all the salacious details, but the coven elders said her magic nearly consumed him when they were in bed together.” Ramona let out a low whistle. “Talk about a magic pussy.”

“Malice looks good on you, little witchling. Jealousy’s the color of your eyes.”

Maybe I was finally working my charms on her? Witchful thinking. “Witchful Thinking” also happened to be the name of the local Maple Hollow therapist’s office.

“Let me get this straight. There’s a vampire named Esme who moved to the Pacific Northwest and started a coven?” Iris cackled. “Goddess, I can’t wait to tell Jordyn about this.”

“Isn’t that what people do in kitchens?” Her silver eyes met mine. “Surround themselves with their favorite things to eat?”

“Sit,” she commanded. If only she meant on her face, but instead, she gestured to a black leather bar stool.

“I kissed you because I wanted to,” she said. “Simple as that. I kissed you because every time your lips leave mine, all I can think about is when we’ll be joined again.”

“Don’t get smart with me,” Iris jeered. “I may not have ultimate mastery of my own power yet, but I’m still deadly with a pair of scissors.” “Are you threatening to scissor me?”

She arched a brow. “I thought you wanted to get a drink of water?” “After,” I said. “After what?” “After you fuck me in the sweater you made for me,” I crooned, crawling up the bed toward her.