How to Seduce a Gargoyle in 10 Days by Saranna DeWylde

Author:Saranna DeWylde [DeWylde, Saranna]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2015-09-21T16:00:00+00:00

DAY FIVE

Ginger started the day with no evil plots for seduction. No sad little commentary on the state of her life.

The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and she was a witch. It really didn’t get much better than that, did it?

Things could always be worse. She could be a mortal. A soul stuck in a tragically banal world of ordinary things like dentist appointments and dry cleaning. Ginger shuddered.

Instead, she could go anywhere in most any realm. She could play with the fairies and watch them light up the sky. She could go skiing with frost giants, taunt the closet gnomes, run with werewolves… Ginger could even find the end of the rainbow and drink stout dark beer with leprechauns.

She just had to choose something and do it.

Maybe she could get a new wardrobe. New skis? Or get her hair done. She had all this money, and she didn’t spend it on things that made her happy. She spent it on supposed to.

Like the outfit she’d worn to the bridal tea. She hadn’t really cared for it, but it was a supposed to.

This house. It was a supposed to. She’d rather have had something smaller, to be honest.

And her hair. The way she wore it short, almost like a football helmet. It was high society couture for a witch of her position, but she preferred it long. She muted the color of it as well, because no decent witch had hair that was practically fire engine red.

But Ginger did. That was why her mother had named her Ginger. She’d been born with a bright shock of the stuff right on top of her head. Her mother had always told her that a strawberry blond was much more proper.

Ginger decided to fuck the blond and keep the strawberry.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

The hard, pinched lines that had started to gather around her eyes were fading, and her eyes seemed to open wider, maybe even just a bit brighter. As if the travails of misery had aged her, and she shed them now like a snake shedding her skin.

Ginger snapped her fingers, and the football helmet hair was gone. In its place, bright crimson waves fell down around her shoulders in a soft cloud. She peered closer and saw that her skin seemed more dewy as well.

Who knew that the best beauty regimen wasn’t anything she could buy in a bottle. It wasn’t any potion or magick spell. It was just kicking her jackass warlock to the curb. If she’d known that, she’d have cut him loose a long time ago.

Instead of her usual pencil skirt and silk blouse, Ginger put on a pair of jeans and a soft t-shirt.

Damn if she didn’t like what she saw.

This was the self that had been suffocating inside of a box called supposed to.

She emerged from the bathroom to find Slade in his usual place, perched on her balcony.

Ginger opened the door and stepped into the cool morning air. She manifested a cup of coffee, bacon, eggs, and a Belgian waffle.

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