Jinxed: Toxic Bitchcraft Book One by K.B. Ladnier

Author:K.B. Ladnier [Ladnier, K.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-14T16:00:00+00:00

I angrily threw ingredients together for my Rose Quartz bath bomb, muttering under my breath about stupid demons, stupid Wardens, and above all, stupid ghosts.

It’d been two days since Orrin’s visit. I wasn’t getting much sleep, because Button, my new resident tormentor, had taken it upon himself to start singing show tunes at random points in the night.

When had my life turned into a paranormal soap opera? Everything was perfectly fine before Orrin opened his big, beautiful mouth. Before I touched that damn stone. Before I hung out with Milo like we’d been close like that for ages. My mind wasn’t taking a break from all the turbulent emotions racing through it.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

I punctuated each time I thought that word with a pound of my fist into the soft, pink mixture in the bowl in front of me.

“Wanna talk about it, bitchy witchy? You’re starting to make Shakes anxious. His usual one insult per customer has upped to three rapid fire insults.”

I glowered at Turk. “No. I want my life to go back to the way it was. I want to stop thinking about Orrin and his sexy as sin fucking swagger. I want to stop thinking about the sweet way Milo remembers like every memory from when we were kids. I want to stop that mutha effin ghost from singing ‘Don’t Rain on My Parade’ sixty billion times every night! I want it to stop!”

Turk just stood there for a moment, quietly staring. “Sooo…you don’t wanna talk about it?”

I sighed. I did. But what was I supposed to say that I hadn’t already? This was too much.

“Listen. To me, this sounds like a Mama Craft problem to help you fix. Your mother may be one of the most infuriatingly immature witches on this planet, but she’s also experienced with the whole heart-pulling-you-in-all-different-directions kind of thing. And ghosts. She probably knows a helluva lot more than you or I do. She’s like what, sixty-years-old?”

I gave him a look that said, ‘Are you kidding me?’

“Mother wishes she was sixty. And that woman is about as reliable in the relationship department as a plastic cup is for mixing deadly potions that could melt someone’s face off. I don’t think she can help me.”

“You may need to set aside your issues with her, otherwise, you’ll be stuck with show tunes and your lady bits will shrivel up and die.”

I turned my head to stare at him with wide eyes. He just smirked and walked out of the back room.

My lady parts won’t shrivel up. But I would be stuck with show tunes. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.

“So, what is it that you’re making exactly?”

I jumped at Button’s sudden intrusion. Toast, who’d been lounging on one of the racks, hissed viciously at him.

At least he can see him.

“Stop doing that!” I shouted at him. “Goddess! Ghost bells need to be invented for annoying shits like you.”

“Look. We got off to a wrong start,” he said as he leaned against the wall across from me. Well, leaned against it was kind of relative, since he’d just fall through it if he actually did lean.

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