Witch Is When It All Began (A Witch P.I. Mystery, #1)

by Adele Abbott

Mrs V and Winky did not see eye-to-eye, and that had nothing to do with his deficiency in the ocular department.

Some people collect stamps, some people collect coins, Mrs V collected yarn.

‘My type’? Who was I kidding? If my track record was anything to go by, ‘my type’ was a lying, cheating, unreliable narcissist.

“Like slower than a sloth on a slow day.”

Next time I needed to soothe my nerves, I’d hit the vodka.

“I need vodka.” “I don’t think that would be a good idea. I’ll make you a cup of tea.” “Pour me a vodka.” “You’re having tea, and that’s an end to it.” See? I told you she was bossy.

Stupid and stubborn? Did someone call?