Some witches master spells. I specialize in catastrophes. Being hunted was the perfect excuse for a shopping spree. Just because I was probably going to die didn't mean I couldn't go down in style. My grandmother called it idiotic. I disagreed. right up until I came face to face with a demon. And the bastard ate my Prada shirt. Seriously, who does that?You'd think he'd be into souls, not silk. But apparently, my spastic magic makes me a walking buffet for supernatural weirdos. Which is exactly how I ended up shackled to River. In just a few hours, the arrogant bastard made me regret everything-including the day I was born. But thanks to my little fashion-munching demon fiasco, I owe the high priest a favor. The problem?River has secrets. And if the skeletons in his closet ever break loose, we'll both be wishing we were dead. As if I needed more help in the kick-the-bucket department. I was this close to pitching a witch.Pitch a Witch is the snarky, action-packed second book in the Chronicles of Forbidden Witchery series. If you love badass witches, laugh-out-loud banter, and supernatural chaos, you won't want to miss Hazel Byrne's next misadventure. ____________________________________________________Praise for Chronicles of Forbidden Witchery:? ? ? ? ? I can't wait to read the next one!? ? ? ? ? Amazing!? ? ? ? ? This book kept me wanting more. ? ? ? ? ? Every time I had to put it down, it was very difficult to do so. ? ? ? ? ? The ending of this book had me screaming.
