A Witchy Surprise

by Rhonda Hopkins

Witches of Whispering Pines

 Book #2

At the ripe old age of sixteen, Charley Cooper believes the witchy gene skipped her. That is until a threat in the forest threatens her sister and best friend and they're all surprised by an explosion of powers. Can Charley learn to control her magic and take care of the threat before they're all taking a nap in the local graveyard?

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Excerpt

Cackling, laughter, and high-pitched squealing came from our backyard as I stepped outside just in time to snatch Babette, our miniature pig, out of the air.

“What the heck is going on?” I cuddled Babette to me, her squeals slowly ratcheting down as she pushed her warm velvety snout into my neck. I hugged her closer, and she quieted.

Even at ten o’clock in the morning, the scorching Texas heat had me sweltering in seconds. Backing up, I opened the screen door and sat Babette gently inside before turning to face the dastardly duo in the yard. My cousin Danu bent at the waist with her hands on her knees, laughing so hard she had tears streaming down her face. My great-grandmother, who was definitely old enough to know better, cackled the laugh of the wicked witch she sometimes was.

“What in heaven’s name do you two think you’re doing? You’ve probably traumatized Babette for life.” Folding my arms across my chest I stood looking at them, my bare foot tapping against the wooden beams of the wrap-around porch.

“Oh, don’t be a spoilsport, Charley.” Grandma Ruby huffed and rolled her eyes. She sometimes acted like a teenager rather than someone in her seventies.

Even though you don't see pigs flying by very often, or ever – not even in Whispering Pines – I'm still surprised it took so long for me to notice Grandma Ruby’s attire. When I did my eyes nearly popped right out of my head. She wore her signature ruby red, of course. Only today, the color spanned a pair of shorts. Short shorts. I mean, really reeaallly short. A black halter-top adorned with red ladybugs and black combat boots finished off the outfit. Blue veins ran down the length of her pasty white legs.

Genres

Paranormal

Characters

Witches/Wizards/Mages

Theme

Cozy Mystery or Mystery, Young Adult

Heat Scale

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