Witchful Thinking (Elemental Love Book 1)

by Celestine Martin

Thank you to Mama, who gave me my first book; Papa, who took me to the library on the weekends; and Brother for buying my first creative writing book for my thirteenth birthday. I am who I am because of your love, strength, and joy.

Thank you to my aunts, uncles, and cousins, who have supported me in writing by giving me countless books, notebooks, and journals! You gave me the kindling to grow this fire to write, and I’m forever grateful for you all.

“You don’t know how deep a puddle is until you step in it.”

Eleven years, eight months, three weeks, and twenty-seven days. That was how long it had been since he’d touched Lucy. And he’d sworn then that it would be the last time ever.

Lucy held back a groan. She didn’t have one million of anything—unless you were counting wishes.

She lived life under one rule: You don’t lose what you don’t let go.

Caraways paid respect and honor to their ancestors in everything they did. Honor the past. Protect your own. Use your power. This was the Caraway way.

What do you want? Late-night calls. Kisses sweeter than honey. Someone that will stir my soul. Stupid inside jokes. Fun dates. Sharing hopes and fears. To feel safe and secure. A space of my own.

Everyone seemed jumpy after casting the wish spell, and nerves were tighter than Aunt Niesha in a pair of queen-size tights.

She was so stunned, she checked to make sure her heart hadn’t fallen out of her butt.

He lived under one rule: If you don’t keep anything, you can’t lose it.

Alex saw her face light up with interest. Was she always this beautiful or had he really been so ignorant not to see it?

“Baby doll, ‘fine’ is just another way to say ‘feelings inside, not expressed.’”

Lucy was now wrapped up in the flat sheet like a burrito.

It was never the wish. It was her finding the courage to pursue the life she’d only dreamed about.

Find the reasons to stay.