あらすじ
I knew the day wasn't going well when the ferret started to talk. Dad insists that I'm a witch, but I have no idea how to make a cauldron boil, much less get an eye from a newt. And apparently this potion we have to make for the Supreme Bad Dude is the one that exploded and killed my mother a year ago. To top it off, the other witches say I'm a Nix, and talking to Nixes is forbidden. Upshot: I'm on my own. But there is this one enchanter boy. Tall, handsome, serious. He says I'm his match, and I think that means he's willing to break a few rules. That's my kind of guy. So if the man who killed my mom wants me to do a spell for him, sure, I'll give it a go. And maybe I'll throw in something with a little kick on the side. NEW ADULT PARANORMAL ROMANTIC COMEDY
