A Witch's Handbook of Kisses and Curses

Wait until you meet my family. At Thanksgiving, we kill everything we can find, put it into a pot, and call it 'holiday gumbo'.

The man was an unpredictable, sexy storm cloud. I never knew if he was going to make pretty shapes or rain all over my parade.

Hubert's wife, Mindy, was a tiny powerhouse of a woman with a halo of wild blond hair and eye makeup so complex it took me a while to locate her pupils. She was clearly the brains of the operation, such as she was.

Jane gave me an expression she called the “stink-eye.” I returned it with the bitch-brow. And we sat back and let the two expressions battle it out. “What do we do now?” Andrea whispered to Gabriel. “Stay still and try not to attract their attention?” Gabriel whispered back.

Whoever first looked at baby teeth and thought, “You know what, these could have magical applications,” was a sick, sick person.

Jane and Jolene were standing in my kitchen. Well, technically, Jolene had collapsed to her knees, cackling with laughter. And Jane was crumpled on the floor, hit by friendly fire. I looked toward the back garden, but the shape had disappeared. “You startled me!” I exclaimed. “How does ‘startled’ end with me getting punched in the boob?