Barely Bewitched (Southern Witch, Book 2)
Kimberly Frost
Language: English
Pages: 226
ISBN: 0425267563
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Tammy Jo’s misfiring magic has attracted the unwanted attention of WAM, the World Association of Magic. Now, a wand-wielding wizard and a menacing fire warlock have come to Duvall to train her for a dangerous mandatory challenge. But is there more to their arrival than they claim?
When a curse leads to a toxic spill of pixie dust, the town comes unglued and the doors between the human and faery worlds begin to open. To rescue the town and to face the impossible magical test, Tammy needs the help of incredibly handsome Bryn Lyons, but WAM has declared him totally off-limits. To avoid deadly consequences, Tammy probably ought to follow the rules this time.
On the other hand, rebellion is an old Texas tradition.
at my feet. He was tall and chubby, but an excellent climber. “What do you think, Tammy?” “It’s wonderful,” I said and kissed him on the cheek. He grinned. “Okay, fellas, she likes it. Let’s get the back wall up,” Matt said and scaled the trunk. “Does the construction union know there’s a twelve-year-old foreman on the job here?” Bryn asked, his voice as dry as one of Edie’s martinis. “This doesn’t concern them.” Abby, who was about eight years old, rushed into the yard, her
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but it was like I wasn’t completely in my body . . . like I could use that stone and it wouldn’t be my hand holding it. I remembered what I had liked about being fae. The utter lack of conscience. In the distance, I heard a motorcycle engine. The familiar sound brought me back to myself. I noticed the soft noises of the woods around me and felt the cool air. Slowly, I stepped back from the rock. I shivered as I surveyed Earl’s body. Blood ran from his temple to the hard ground. I heard
him breathing and knew that he might never wake up again. Good. Or he might wake up any second. Not good. Sniffling, I took Abby’s hand and led her silently away. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” I said, rubbing the tears from my face. “The faeries are this way,” she said, skipping ahead. I took a gulp of air and blinked my burning eyes. Abby wasn’t upset, which seemed strange. I realized she must not have understood what Earl had been about to do. I was glad she didn’t. By the time
there. The way I’m going, you’re sure to outlive me by a whole bunch of years.” Chapter 28 After my shower, I borrowed one of Bryn’s white button-down shirts and some black leggings that one of his lady friends had left behind. There were no shoes to fit me, so I just borrowed some socks. I felt like a cross between a pajama ad and a cartoon ninja. I asked Mr. Jenson where Bryn was and he said Bryn was already down in the library. When I got there, I found that Bryn had showered, too. He