Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Both towns are on my list of places to visit one day. My mother and Aunt Lucy have gone back to England to meet with relatives. Rumor has it, we’re related to the queen. Sixth cousins, seventh-removed, or something like that? What does that even mean? Removed from what? All I know is, it hasn’t done me a bit of good. It’s not like I can say, “Hey…let me plan the next royal wedding because we’re sixth cousins removed over half a dozen times!” Oh, I haven’t mentioned I’m a party planner. A darn good one at that, if I do say so myself.
I’m sorry…. I digressed a bit.
My sister, Sarah, loved the stories of our witch lineage growing up, and I did as well, until I…well, until I grew up, like I said. Then they simply became silly stories that I no longer had time to entertain. Okay, I will admit it might have something to do with the silly curse I tried to put on Lucas Dayton in first grade after he called me a crybaby. It didn’t work at all, and my heart had been broken. If I was a witch, I sucked at it.
Aunt Lucy would say I was so much like my mother, whereas Sarah was more like Aunt Lucy. Sarah would go and spend time at my aunt’s store nearly every day, perfecting her “craft.” I, on the other hand, spent countless hours with my nose in books. Not the kind of books Sarah and Aunt Lucy studied. I was passionate about reading, just not books about magickal spells. I will admit that every now and then, you’d find me reading a book about witches, but the fictional kind. On my nightstand growing up was Harry Potter. On Sarah’s, The History of Paganism or A Guide to Magical Herbs and Spells. Once or twice, I even caught her and my mother in Mom’s greenhouse with their heads bent over some herb and my mother telling her all the wonderful things that it was used for. I never really got Mom’s obsession with herbs; she hated to cook.
Back to the differences between me and Sarah. I lit candles from Bath & Body Works. Sarah lights white sage and lavender smudge sticks. Whatever floats your boat, I say. I love my sister and aunt dearly, but witches? Nah.
Let’s fast-forward to present day, shall we? I run a successful party planning business in our hometown of Salem. Yes, our family still lives in Salem, and yes, we were forced to go to the Salem Witch Museum every year for a school trip. I mean, if you asked me, I would have rather gone to Boston and seen the art museums, or cool things like that. Oh, and lunch at Legal Sea Foods. Have you had their Bang Bang Cauliflower? It’s amazing. I’m going off-track again. Like I said, I own a party planning company called Holidaze in Salem. Cute, huh? Sarah works at Aunt Lucy’s store. The Covens Magick Cottage. And no, magick is not spelled wrong. If you were a witch, you’d know that that is the way witches spell magick—with a “k” to differentiate it from stage magic. You’re welcome for that bit of information!
You may be wondering why I’m telling you all of this. You’re going to need this info in a bit, once you read all about me standing in a living room with my best friend, Kristin Mills, a spell book in her hands and me holding a Halloween bat. It will make sense, I promise. I should mention, we’re both drunk. I know…I know…. But I’m not a witch, you say! Well, I was pushed to the brink by, of all things…a man. Yes, a man. I’m about to let my best friend talk me into putting a spell on him. Lucas Dayton. I know, I went down this road before in first grade, remember? It didn’t work out so well then either.
Lucas has been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember. First grade, to be exact. A man whom I love to hate and am secretly in love with. The problem is…Lucas doesn’t like me very much. So, in my drunken state, I was talked into putting what I thought was a spell on him to make him like me just enough to stop making my life miserable, with the constant bickering we do back and forth. Instead, the spell we put on him was… You know what? I’ll just let you read the story. You’ll soon find out how this little adventure veers off in a direction I never thought it would. We’re not starting in my living room with me drunk; let’s take it back to earlier in the day.
It’s just a bit of hocus pocus, you guys.…