From Bad to Cursed (The Witches of Thistle Grove, #2)

by Lana Harper

“Oh, Hecate’s chilly tits,”

“The muses do be a bitch sometimes,”

Probably a fucking Pisces man. In my experience, male Pisces were always the ones with too many overflowing feelings, forever foisting them on everyone else in the vicinity.

“But did I say Sagittarius already?” He squinted at me with one eye like, Gotcha pegged! “Because that feels right.” “I mean, warmer. But since I’m not currently dancing topless on our table before jetting off to Thailand for some spontaneous me time, you can safely assume that one’s a no.”

I groaned, dropping my head back onto my arms. “Stupid poltergeist. You can miss me with your bullshit today, you hear that?”

Wow, the Pisces was strong in him. He probably had the sign as an ascendant, too; it would explain a whole lot.

“Thank the Mother and Crone for that,”

What a total fucking Taurus.