Witchin' Sugar

✍ Scribed by Lissa Matthews

• Year: 2019
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 59 KB
• Category: Fiction

✦ Synopsis

Blue Balls Falls, Virginia is back on the magical menu of hidden little towns full of tricks, treats, and mayhem causing ghosts, demons, and cats... Witchin' Stix. My name is Kandy. With a K. And let tell me you... This has been a hell of a week. I'm temporarily unemployed and have had to come up with a back-up plan after my boss blew up her bakery last year. I learned that I'm the mate of a hotter than hot demon prince named Morgan. Just wait until you see how that goes over... Then, there's the realization that I've become the object of some magical maniuplation care of a jealous, hellacious little Wicked. Add in three black cats, demon siblings who want an introduction to my sisters, and I'm afraid my quiet life is never, ever going to be the same again. Witchin' Sugar. Merry Christmas! Yeah, yeah. I know. It's not really Christmas, but look! I have snow falling on my cottage and twinkling lights strung from here to there and back again. And doesn't it look adorable all decorated? Okay, fine. I get it. You're not into this Christmas in July thing. But what about cookies? You like sugar cookies, right? Me, too! See, I had this grand plan to bake all the cookies this week, but that speck of dust on the recipe? Apparently, it wasn't a speck of dust at all because now I have three, thieving ghosts in my kitchen. They're confused, calling me Gertie, and trying to leave out the door. Now, don't get me wrong. I'd be glad for them to go, but I can't have them floating all over town causing chaos and calling attention to the situations. No, I just need to handle it myself, or at least enlist the help of my sisters. Definitely not the demon without the words "Get Lost" in his vocabulary, though. I don't need him involved, even if he keeps poking his nose in. And whatever we do, we are not going to utter the name Baba Yaga. Got it? Come on, then. I need to get to fixing this mess. Witchin' Tricks. Okay, look...My sisters found their mates and all is hunky dory for them. I'm happy that they're happy. Sure, their mates are demons, but hey, the world isn't perfect. And... I've found my demon mate, too. Only he barely looks at me, won't really speak to me, and to be honest with you, I started to develop a bit of a complex. But lucky for me, I don't mope long. Of course, I probably should've taken my time moping instead of just jumping right in with a less than perfect solution. Oh well. Now, if I tell you what I've done, you can't tell anyone, okay? Okay. I created a love potion. And yep. It's the real lovey, dovey deal. I know it's a bit unseemly, but demons and desperate times... The trick here is to keep my sisters at bay, my reluctant demon mate none the wiser, and Barry the Cat from spilling the proverbial beans. Oh, and to keep the love potion from falling into the wrong hands. I can count on you, can't I, dear reader? You won't tell on me, will you?