Nan's reveal:
My Favorite Witch by Annette Blair (TBR) SYNOPSIS Hockey player Jason Pickering Goddard is at the top of his game when a knee injury sidelines him. Finessed by his grandmother Bessie, Chairman of The Pickering Foundation, he finds himself serving as head of fundraising for the organization during his convalescence. Jason walks in on his new assistant, Kira Fitzgerald, performing a spell he believes is designed to wither her former fiancé’s significant parts, and he’s both intrigued and wary of the beauty he’ll be working with for the next several months.
Kira has sworn off jocks for life and is less than thrilled by the prospect of working side-by-side with a super-jock. Admittedly, Jason has some good ideas for raising money for the boys of St. Anthony’s, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a jock! And quite possibly an idiot, for he’s sent out invitations for a Ghost and Graveyard Tour at one of the foundation’s mansions, a mansion that has no ghosts!
In between ghost-hunting, putting together a bachelor auction, giving hockey lessons to a bunch of enthusiastic orphans and setting up a special on-location segment of popular cooking show Kitchen Witch, Kira and Jason find themselves fighting a growing attraction. Hockey is Jason’s life, and he’s determined to go back to it, and to a life with no room in it for the permanence Kira represents. Still, he’s never known anyone more alluring than Kira, when she’s not waving her wand around. And Jason is destroying many of the jock stereotypes Kira believes, compliments of her cheating ex.
EXCERPT The day after she was supposed to have been married, Kira Fitzgerald sat with her back to her desk at the Pickering Foundation, systematically and symbolically ridding herself of the dick-wad she’d caught screwing her sister.
She emptied her purse of anything that reminded her of the jock. Then she tossed the debris into her metal trashcan with gratifying force, and broke a tiny but expensive vial of his favorite perfume with great satisfaction. She took each of the addressed, ecru parchment wedding invitations she'd been saving to torture herself, and tossed them as well.
Taking this job as Pickering's Coordinator of Special Events had been a first step in rising from the ashes of her life. Performing this spell was the second. She’d turn everything that reminded her of the snake into ashes as well.
She added a pinch of healing herbs from her pouch, lit a long tapered match, and touched it to the edges of her shattered dreams. “I hate jocks!”
As number of pearl embossed calla lilies, and ridiculous, romantic words began to singe and curl, Kira raised her amethyst-tipped wand, tempted to give the jerk what he really deserved. “I wanna wither your Charlie, Penis!” But like any witch worthy of the title, she would harm none.
Kira wielded her wand with a flourish.
“Charlie Tillinghast
Reap what you sow,
Recall your faithless past,
Travel the row you hoe,
And grow a heart to last.
Though I wish you no ill,
Begone from screwing me.
This is my will,
So mote it be.”
Whoosh! The fire flared to bright and vigorous life, releasing a sickly-sweet scent into the air. “Shit!” She’d forgotten perfume was flammable.
As the flames and the flowery smoke rose, Kira grabbed her consolation bouquet from beside her computer, rescued the yellow roses, poured the water on the fire, and doused the small inferno.
That was when she saw the crisp blue vellum invitation atop her stack of mail, sitting there, free of its envelope, mocking her.
“Cripes, not another wedding.” She leaned forward to read it.