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“From the ceiling, lanterns in sage green and robin's egg blue hung like jewels, glowing gently. Flowers were gathered and tied to the seats that flanked the aisle: irises, bluebells, peonies. All of Immy's favorite blooms, some of which weren't even in season at this time of year. That had been a maid-of-honor task for Dina's magical expertise. Immy had asked for multicolored sunflowers and Dina had made them for her.”
― Best Hex Ever
― Best Hex Ever
“Scott seemed to have similar ideas, because his hands had moved to cup Dina's butt cheeks, massaging them. He let out a sound that was partway between a moan and a vibration, as he slipped a finger, and then two, into Dina's soaking pussy. Dina bit her lip, but a small squeak came out. They were going to need to be a lot quieter if they were going to do this.
"Such a pretty cunt," Scott growled, moving lower. And then his face was buried between her legs. He lapped at her wetness with his tongue, first soft and then harder, flicking her clit in such a way that it sent shudders through Dina.
She never came this easily, this quickly. Yet now she could feel it building with each motion. Scott's fingers plunged in and out of her, while his mouth sucked, kissed and did all sorts of wondrous things. He was everywhere at once. Dina ran her fingers through his hair, relishing the feeling of having him between her thighs. Like he was meant to be there. The voices still spoke on the other side of the door, but they were a whole world away. Nothing else mattered now.
"Come for me, good girl," Scott whispered, his mouth still moving against her. Scott knew what Dina wanted; he would give it to her. Dina wrapped her legs around Scott's upper back, resting them there. From the way Scott shifted himself, she knew he liked it. And--oh fuck-- she couldn't hold on anymore, not when he did that thing. The orgasm swept over her in delectable waves, bright spots of light dancing before her eyes.”
― Best Hex Ever
"Such a pretty cunt," Scott growled, moving lower. And then his face was buried between her legs. He lapped at her wetness with his tongue, first soft and then harder, flicking her clit in such a way that it sent shudders through Dina.
She never came this easily, this quickly. Yet now she could feel it building with each motion. Scott's fingers plunged in and out of her, while his mouth sucked, kissed and did all sorts of wondrous things. He was everywhere at once. Dina ran her fingers through his hair, relishing the feeling of having him between her thighs. Like he was meant to be there. The voices still spoke on the other side of the door, but they were a whole world away. Nothing else mattered now.
"Come for me, good girl," Scott whispered, his mouth still moving against her. Scott knew what Dina wanted; he would give it to her. Dina wrapped her legs around Scott's upper back, resting them there. From the way Scott shifted himself, she knew he liked it. And--oh fuck-- she couldn't hold on anymore, not when he did that thing. The orgasm swept over her in delectable waves, bright spots of light dancing before her eyes.”
― Best Hex Ever
“He'd tried a slice of Black Forest gateau and for some reason he couldn't place, Ellis was reminded of the first time he'd held Rosemary in the circle of his arms, the sweet and floral scent of her perfume.”
― Love at First Fright
― Love at First Fright
“You don't have baths? How--- how?" She couldn't comprehend it.
"I don't know," Scott replied sheepishly. "I just never know what to do when I'm in them."
"I could show y---I mean, I could tell you what you need. Bubbles. Books. And candles." Heat pulsed around Dina's body. Had Scott heard her slip up?”
― Best Hex Ever
"I don't know," Scott replied sheepishly. "I just never know what to do when I'm in them."
"I could show y---I mean, I could tell you what you need. Bubbles. Books. And candles." Heat pulsed around Dina's body. Had Scott heard her slip up?”
― Best Hex Ever
“Rosemary watched as Fig lay down, dutifully letting Bee clumsily climb and trample all over her like an annoying little sister. Cherry looked on from another sunbeam at the runt of her litter, not so little anymore.”
― Love at First Fright
― Love at First Fright
“Ellis was sitting on the floor, leaning back against a sofa arm. A goofy smile was plastered on his face as he watched Fig wrestling with a chew toy. He couldn't see it, but Fig was trying to wrench the toy from the ghost dog's mouth, who was putting up a good play fight. So, the two dogs could see each other--- interesting. Animals, as well as young children, were good at spotting ghosts in general, but Rosemary wondered if Fig had known the ghost dog when it was alive.”
― Love at First Fright
― Love at First Fright
“Dina hummed to herself as she pulled out an empty jam jar from a busy cupboard. It was still labeled "Apricot Jam" from the batch her mum had made for her last year--- jam that tasted like bottled sunshine.
There wasn't an exact science to the magic, but Dina often found that the best tea blends were ones she put into secondhand jars, ones that had been full of delicious, wonderful things.
She clipped her curls out of her face and headed into the pantry. The walls were lined floor-to-ceiling with all manner of jars and boxes, all individually labeled in Dina's messy handwriting. She kept her spices together, along with other baking essentials like fish vanilla, cake flour, and a tin that was labeled "Eye of Newt" but actually contained nutmeg.
Her tea selection had several shelves dedicated to it. Aside from the specialty blends she made for the shop, Dina kept a collection of tea and tisane ingredients, which she could mix into more personal blends at a moment's notice. Dina never felt more in her element as a kitchen witch than when she was looking through her pantry.
Scott's tea blend needed to be something that encapsulated his energies yet also helped him in some way. A tea to drink in the middle of a long work day, Dina decided.
She twirled a curl around her finger as she focused. She hadn't met any of his fellow curators yet, but from what Scott had told her they could be a bit of a handful. So the kind of tea that would help him get through a long meeting. Something to sharpen a tired mind. Dina knew just the thing for it.
She scooped up several jars and laid them out on the counter before her. Black tea--- a full-bodied assam, cacao nibs, dried ginger and... it was missing something. Dina stepped back into the pantry and surveyed her shelves with her hands on her hips.
She knew that this would need one more ingredient to be perfect for Scott. Lion's mane mushroom? Perhaps a little too earthy. Clove? Too heavy. It would overpower the other flavors. As her eyes skirted over the rows of jars, she spotted it. A small glass jar with a dark red powder in it. Dried beetroot! Perfect! Energizing yet slightly sweet and smooth, and it would make Scott look like he was drinking some kind of red-velvet-themed drink. Which was also his favorite cake flavor.”
― Best Hex Ever
There wasn't an exact science to the magic, but Dina often found that the best tea blends were ones she put into secondhand jars, ones that had been full of delicious, wonderful things.
She clipped her curls out of her face and headed into the pantry. The walls were lined floor-to-ceiling with all manner of jars and boxes, all individually labeled in Dina's messy handwriting. She kept her spices together, along with other baking essentials like fish vanilla, cake flour, and a tin that was labeled "Eye of Newt" but actually contained nutmeg.
Her tea selection had several shelves dedicated to it. Aside from the specialty blends she made for the shop, Dina kept a collection of tea and tisane ingredients, which she could mix into more personal blends at a moment's notice. Dina never felt more in her element as a kitchen witch than when she was looking through her pantry.
Scott's tea blend needed to be something that encapsulated his energies yet also helped him in some way. A tea to drink in the middle of a long work day, Dina decided.
She twirled a curl around her finger as she focused. She hadn't met any of his fellow curators yet, but from what Scott had told her they could be a bit of a handful. So the kind of tea that would help him get through a long meeting. Something to sharpen a tired mind. Dina knew just the thing for it.
She scooped up several jars and laid them out on the counter before her. Black tea--- a full-bodied assam, cacao nibs, dried ginger and... it was missing something. Dina stepped back into the pantry and surveyed her shelves with her hands on her hips.
She knew that this would need one more ingredient to be perfect for Scott. Lion's mane mushroom? Perhaps a little too earthy. Clove? Too heavy. It would overpower the other flavors. As her eyes skirted over the rows of jars, she spotted it. A small glass jar with a dark red powder in it. Dried beetroot! Perfect! Energizing yet slightly sweet and smooth, and it would make Scott look like he was drinking some kind of red-velvet-themed drink. Which was also his favorite cake flavor.”
― Best Hex Ever
“What had he witnessed?
She had looked like a wild and beautiful creature, a goddess, something ethereal and undecipherable. Dina had filled his vision, the pale light dancing around her, as she'd broken his world, and everything he thought he knew, apart.
He was ninety percent sure that Dina was a witch. The other ten percent... well. He was flirting with the idea that she might be some kind of djinn, or succubus, but neither of those terms felt quite right. And "magician" made him think of rabbits in hats and coins collected from behind ears. No, if there was ever a word to describe Dina Whitlock, it was "witch.”
― Best Hex Ever
She had looked like a wild and beautiful creature, a goddess, something ethereal and undecipherable. Dina had filled his vision, the pale light dancing around her, as she'd broken his world, and everything he thought he knew, apart.
He was ninety percent sure that Dina was a witch. The other ten percent... well. He was flirting with the idea that she might be some kind of djinn, or succubus, but neither of those terms felt quite right. And "magician" made him think of rabbits in hats and coins collected from behind ears. No, if there was ever a word to describe Dina Whitlock, it was "witch.”
― Best Hex Ever
“He craved the release that came with power play, being placed in charge of another person's pleasure, and that ultimate pleasure of giving them what they wanted (eventually). Allowing them that abandon. It was the hottest thing he could imagine. He loved seeing them come undone in his embrace, trusting him to get them there.”
― Love at First Fright
― Love at First Fright
“Then Dina heard a familiar meow, and she pushed past a family of four to find Heebie contentedly licking her paws and resting in the arms of a tall dark-haired man who was studiously tickling her under her chin.
"Heebie, what are you---" she began to say, but her thoughts dissipated as the man looked up. It was the same man from the café, with his strong nose and lopsided smile. The man she had so easily fallen into conversation with; the man who had taken her breath away.
His eyes widened as he recognized her.
"Hello again," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "Is this cat yours?" Heebie's purr switch was turned up to maximum; she clearly liked this guy. And she generally wasn't a fan of men, so that was saying something.”
― Best Hex Ever
"Heebie, what are you---" she began to say, but her thoughts dissipated as the man looked up. It was the same man from the café, with his strong nose and lopsided smile. The man she had so easily fallen into conversation with; the man who had taken her breath away.
His eyes widened as he recognized her.
"Hello again," he said, his voice smooth as honey. "Is this cat yours?" Heebie's purr switch was turned up to maximum; she clearly liked this guy. And she generally wasn't a fan of men, so that was saying something.”
― Best Hex Ever
“Dina couldn't tell where she ended and where Scott began; it was hot and messy and every millisecond of it felt excruciatingly good.
"I want to see you," he said, scooping her up and swinging her on top of him, so her thighs straddled his. "Ride this cock," he ordered.
The command shivered through her deliciously. Dina was on top of him, and as he lay back she planted her palms on his chest, feeling the rollicking beats of his heart, knotting her fingers around the black curls of his chest hair.
This was all new; she'd never been on top of a man before. It had never really felt like there had been time for it, like the guy had always been chasing his orgasm, and having Dina on top would have been as a waste of time.
But not for Scott. He hissed with pleasure as Dina ground down on his cock, her hips thrusting back and forth, each movement sending a surge of delicious pulsing through her.
It was almost too much for her, taking him all like this. Scott gripped her ass, keeping her moving with him as the wave of pleasure rocketed over her, the jagged, raw orgasm rushing through her.
"Scott, Scott," she whispered, and he was there. His huge arms wrapped around her, his chest pressed against her, rocking gently as pleasure throbbed through her.
"I can feel you coming. Come for me, sweetheart, come on this cock," he hissed into her neck, licking up the sweat that beaded there.”
― Best Hex Ever
"I want to see you," he said, scooping her up and swinging her on top of him, so her thighs straddled his. "Ride this cock," he ordered.
The command shivered through her deliciously. Dina was on top of him, and as he lay back she planted her palms on his chest, feeling the rollicking beats of his heart, knotting her fingers around the black curls of his chest hair.
This was all new; she'd never been on top of a man before. It had never really felt like there had been time for it, like the guy had always been chasing his orgasm, and having Dina on top would have been as a waste of time.
But not for Scott. He hissed with pleasure as Dina ground down on his cock, her hips thrusting back and forth, each movement sending a surge of delicious pulsing through her.
It was almost too much for her, taking him all like this. Scott gripped her ass, keeping her moving with him as the wave of pleasure rocketed over her, the jagged, raw orgasm rushing through her.
"Scott, Scott," she whispered, and he was there. His huge arms wrapped around her, his chest pressed against her, rocking gently as pleasure throbbed through her.
"I can feel you coming. Come for me, sweetheart, come on this cock," he hissed into her neck, licking up the sweat that beaded there.”
― Best Hex Ever
“forcing her to spend most of her days performing cooling spells on her armpits.”
― Best Hex Ever
― Best Hex Ever
“As soon as they entered the forest, Dina felt something stirring in her magic. Normally it lay dormant within her until she needed it for a spell. But now it was thrumming in her blood, reacting to this place. The trees were tall and thick, little sunlight made it to the forest floor, and the narrow pebbled path they walked along twisted out of sight ahead of them.
"There's something here," she whispered to Immy.
"Like magic?"
"Yeah. Like, I don't know how to put it--- like this is an old and powerful place. Like the land is breathing."
"Ooh, I'm going to write that phrase down for my next book," Immy said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
As Immy slowed down to make her note, Dina walked on, feeling the power of this ancient wood flooding through her. She felt as if she were walking into the mouth of a great, slumbering goddess. But it didn't scare her; it wasn't meant to. It was just nature, older than history, older than bone.
The path curled around to the left, revealing a small cottage in the dappled light, dwarfed by the surrounding oaks. The lights were on inside, illuminating the ivy and wisteria vines that had twined themselves around the outer walls of the cottage. The windows were sashed in dark green wood, complete with window boxes filled with daisies. Daisies that Dina was sure shouldn't have been able to grow in such little light, but this wood seemed to play by its own rules.”
― Best Hex Ever
"There's something here," she whispered to Immy.
"Like magic?"
"Yeah. Like, I don't know how to put it--- like this is an old and powerful place. Like the land is breathing."
"Ooh, I'm going to write that phrase down for my next book," Immy said, pulling her phone out of her pocket.
As Immy slowed down to make her note, Dina walked on, feeling the power of this ancient wood flooding through her. She felt as if she were walking into the mouth of a great, slumbering goddess. But it didn't scare her; it wasn't meant to. It was just nature, older than history, older than bone.
The path curled around to the left, revealing a small cottage in the dappled light, dwarfed by the surrounding oaks. The lights were on inside, illuminating the ivy and wisteria vines that had twined themselves around the outer walls of the cottage. The windows were sashed in dark green wood, complete with window boxes filled with daisies. Daisies that Dina was sure shouldn't have been able to grow in such little light, but this wood seemed to play by its own rules.”
― Best Hex Ever
“No man should look like that, it wasn't fair. Packed muscle, sculpted shoulders, probably built though years of training, and a few scars (she wondered what from) across his upper chest. Said chest was of course perfectly peppered with dark hair that trailed scandalously down to the deep V just above his shorts.”
― Love at First Fright
― Love at First Fright
“Can you forgive me, sweet boy? For that night?"
Hank tilted his head to the side again, and seemed to reply by giving Ellis's hand a sloppy lick.
"Thank you, Hank. I know you can't understand, but you saved me. Again and again, just by being there. My life was fuller because of you. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. And I love you, so much." He patted the air softly. "You can go now, sweet boy."
Hank stilled, as if Ellis's words were settling over him. Rosemary felt the air around them swell and for a second the world grew soft and permeable. She heard a raspy bark, as if down a long echo, and Hank dissolved into moonlight.”
― Love at First Fright
Hank tilted his head to the side again, and seemed to reply by giving Ellis's hand a sloppy lick.
"Thank you, Hank. I know you can't understand, but you saved me. Again and again, just by being there. My life was fuller because of you. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry. And I love you, so much." He patted the air softly. "You can go now, sweet boy."
Hank stilled, as if Ellis's words were settling over him. Rosemary felt the air around them swell and for a second the world grew soft and permeable. She heard a raspy bark, as if down a long echo, and Hank dissolved into moonlight.”
― Love at First Fright
“Power twitched at her fingertips. It was Samhain after all, and her power swelled within her, aching to be used. The magic that came with Samhain was different from the other dates like Ostara or Beltane. It was wilder, and it came with its own shadow. And with the old woods at her back, and the rolling fields before her, she was all but breathing the magic in. It seeped from the soil into her body and wound its way like deep green tendrils into her heart.”
― Best Hex Ever
― Best Hex Ever
“I need you, but not here." She looked up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. And then Dina took off at a run, rushing back through the trees toward the cottage.
Christ, the way her ass bounced up and down as she ran; he was ruined. He was going to make her scream his name, again and again.
She was making him chase her, and he was more than happy to. With a growl, Scott began to run, chasing Dina through the winding trees and onto the path to their cottage.”
― Best Hex Ever
Christ, the way her ass bounced up and down as she ran; he was ruined. He was going to make her scream his name, again and again.
She was making him chase her, and he was more than happy to. With a growl, Scott began to run, chasing Dina through the winding trees and onto the path to their cottage.”
― Best Hex Ever
“Ellis growled into her mouth, and she was lost. His mouth was reverent fire on hers, decadently soft but not gentle. There was nothing slow or careful or tentative about this kiss. His tongue was hot and slick, claiming her mouth, his grip on her neck firm and unyielding. It was everything.
He shifted against her again, brushing his cock against her and even through two layers of jeans, Rosemary could sense his size. Ellis kissed her like a man starved, like he couldn't get enough. His touch sent her into a frenzy and the only thing that could cure it was more. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stayed her hand.
"I thought you wanted...?" she asked through kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, I do," he answered, voice all gravel. "I know how much you need it, too, don't you, love?" His grip on the back of her neck, her hips, became more possessive. Desire burned every inch of her skin.
"So much," she whimpered.”
― Love at First Fright
He shifted against her again, brushing his cock against her and even through two layers of jeans, Rosemary could sense his size. Ellis kissed her like a man starved, like he couldn't get enough. His touch sent her into a frenzy and the only thing that could cure it was more. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stayed her hand.
"I thought you wanted...?" she asked through kiss-swollen lips.
"Oh, I do," he answered, voice all gravel. "I know how much you need it, too, don't you, love?" His grip on the back of her neck, her hips, became more possessive. Desire burned every inch of her skin.
"So much," she whimpered.”
― Love at First Fright
“So this was Rosemary Shaw. The woman who had tried to get him pulled from the movie. She was nothing like Ellis had expected, when he'd imagined their meeting. No, instead, he was faced with a haughty little North American woman who looked like she'd just stepped out of a Pre-Raphaelite painting. Her long wavy copper hair was plaited back, exposing the smooth, pale column of her neck, and her face was framed with cat's-eye glasses that only served to accentuate her piercing gaze. She was young, younger than many of the screenwriters he knew. There was a sunniness about her that spoke of someone who wasn't yet as disillusioned with the industry as he was. Peachy, that's how he'd describe her.”
― Love at First Fright
― Love at First Fright
“She was acutely aware that she was naked, her thighs splayed on either side of Scott's, her pussy only inches away from his cock. All it would take was for her to lift up her hips and tip forward, and she could feel him deep inside her.
She'd always known she fell into a more submissive role, but she'd never been able to give in to it as much as she had tonight. It was like Scott had seen into every one of her fantasies and brought them to life. She could trust him to take charge and to keep her safe.
And she wanted nothing else than to be pounded into oblivion.”
― Best Hex Ever
She'd always known she fell into a more submissive role, but she'd never been able to give in to it as much as she had tonight. It was like Scott had seen into every one of her fantasies and brought them to life. She could trust him to take charge and to keep her safe.
And she wanted nothing else than to be pounded into oblivion.”
― Best Hex Ever
“She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick.
Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.”
― Love at First Fright
Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, and kissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare.”
― Love at First Fright
“Will you beg if I don't give it to you, Dina?" he whispered in her ear, sending a tremble right to her core. She would, she'd beg. With one rough tug he pulled her underwear off.
"Yes," she hissed as he caressed the seam of her pussy, his fingers rubbing against her clit with just the right amount of friction. She wasn't sure how long she could last.
When he plunged his fingers inside of her, Dina cried out. How could it feel so good? Had it ever felt this good with anyone else?
"Tell me, Dina. Is this all for me?" Scott growled against her throat.
"Yes, take it. Take me." She shuddered as his fingers pressed deeper, as she rode the palm of his hand.
"So fucking wet," he groaned. The hard press of his cock against her ass cheeks nearly sent her into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
"Bend over for me so I can see you," he said, and Dina bent forward, resting her arms on the bed.
Scott was gone for a split second, and as his fingers left her she already felt bereft.
"Please, please," she moaned again, now on all fours.
"Such a pretty cunt," Scott said, his voice breaking apart behind her.
Then suddenly the emptiness ended, and Scott's mouth was there, licking, sucking at her pussy. Drinking her in. Dina let out a cry of pleasure as the tickle of Scott's beard brushed against her folds.
He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, flicking back and forth. And then his fingers were there as his mouth found her clit and sucked and kissed and then the orgasm broke through Dina, arching her back in pleasure, and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. Scott didn't let up; he continued to hold her there, burying his face deeper into her seam.
"Good girl," he said, lifting Dina back up as if she weighed nothing. She was glad to have his hands on her. She wasn't sure she'd be able to use her legs at that moment.
She faced Scott, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. The aftermath of the orgasm still rippled through her in electric shockwaves. But she still wanted more, needed more.
She needed to be filled by him.”
― Best Hex Ever
"Yes," she hissed as he caressed the seam of her pussy, his fingers rubbing against her clit with just the right amount of friction. She wasn't sure how long she could last.
When he plunged his fingers inside of her, Dina cried out. How could it feel so good? Had it ever felt this good with anyone else?
"Tell me, Dina. Is this all for me?" Scott growled against her throat.
"Yes, take it. Take me." She shuddered as his fingers pressed deeper, as she rode the palm of his hand.
"So fucking wet," he groaned. The hard press of his cock against her ass cheeks nearly sent her into a frenzy as he continued to fuck her with his fingers.
"Bend over for me so I can see you," he said, and Dina bent forward, resting her arms on the bed.
Scott was gone for a split second, and as his fingers left her she already felt bereft.
"Please, please," she moaned again, now on all fours.
"Such a pretty cunt," Scott said, his voice breaking apart behind her.
Then suddenly the emptiness ended, and Scott's mouth was there, licking, sucking at her pussy. Drinking her in. Dina let out a cry of pleasure as the tickle of Scott's beard brushed against her folds.
He buried his face in her pussy, his tongue pushing inside her, flicking back and forth. And then his fingers were there as his mouth found her clit and sucked and kissed and then the orgasm broke through Dina, arching her back in pleasure, and she grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. Scott didn't let up; he continued to hold her there, burying his face deeper into her seam.
"Good girl," he said, lifting Dina back up as if she weighed nothing. She was glad to have his hands on her. She wasn't sure she'd be able to use her legs at that moment.
She faced Scott, looking up at him through half-closed eyes. The aftermath of the orgasm still rippled through her in electric shockwaves. But she still wanted more, needed more.
She needed to be filled by him.”
― Best Hex Ever
“She had woken the house up with screams at 6 A.M. when she'd discovered that her mother's spell had changed her hair to a mermaid-blue color overnight. After the initial shock, the whole bright blue hair look had kind of grown on her, but she wasn't convinced it would be the best look for the wedding, so she had begun the painstaking process of charming it back to its original aubergine brown with flecks of purple.”
― Best Hex Ever
― Best Hex Ever
“She crouched down, Bee spilling out from her arms to go play-fight with her siblings. It was apparent just how much smaller she was, her bright ginger coat sticking out in the bunch of black-and-white. Rosemary heard a deeper, softer yowl from the living room and watched a fully grown cat, a tortoiseshell, walk into the hall to break up their play-fighting when it got too rough. There was a glimmering sheen around the cat, and her feet padded silently on the floorboards.
"Their mama is still there," Rosemary said. She crouched down and reached out a hand, the ghost cat coming over and giving her hand a head butt. She couldn't feel anything but a wisp of momentary cold across her knuckles, like a soft exhale of breath.”
― Love at First Fright
"Their mama is still there," Rosemary said. She crouched down and reached out a hand, the ghost cat coming over and giving her hand a head butt. She couldn't feel anything but a wisp of momentary cold across her knuckles, like a soft exhale of breath.”
― Love at First Fright
“After a while Heebie's tentative tail swishes and cautious sniffs around her cheeks. Dina shifted to her side so Heebie could crawl into the curve of her lap, kneading Dina's belly with her sharp little claws.
"What are you baking today, Madame Heebie?" Dina sniffed, tickling the cat under her chin as she kneaded. She liked to imagine Heebie in a little baker's hat and had once even tried knitting one--- but Heebie had hissed when Dina had tried to dress her in it. She wasn't sure how long she stayed there, petting Heebie's soft black fur, but slowly the pain in her chest started to loosen, as if gentle fingers were prying open a stiff knot thread by thread. It wasn't gone, but it was a little quieter for now.”
― Best Hex Ever
"What are you baking today, Madame Heebie?" Dina sniffed, tickling the cat under her chin as she kneaded. She liked to imagine Heebie in a little baker's hat and had once even tried knitting one--- but Heebie had hissed when Dina had tried to dress her in it. She wasn't sure how long she stayed there, petting Heebie's soft black fur, but slowly the pain in her chest started to loosen, as if gentle fingers were prying open a stiff knot thread by thread. It wasn't gone, but it was a little quieter for now.”
― Best Hex Ever
“Tilting their heads over the pot, they sniffed the almost buttery sweetness of the jam.
"One final touch to make it perfect," her grandmother said, pulling a little brown glass jar out of a cupboard. "The trick to the perfect strawberry jam is a teaspoon of rosewater."
The heady scent of roses wafted through the kitchen.”
― Love at First Fright
"One final touch to make it perfect," her grandmother said, pulling a little brown glass jar out of a cupboard. "The trick to the perfect strawberry jam is a teaspoon of rosewater."
The heady scent of roses wafted through the kitchen.”
― Love at First Fright
“Can I fill you up? I want to fill your pretty pussy." He bent over her so he could whisper in her ear, nipping at her earlobe with his teeth.
"Yes," she begged, "inside me," and that was all Scott needed to hear.
He let out a loud hiss of pleasure, his fingers rubbing Dina's clit just right at the same time, and the orgasm broke apart, shattering over them.”
― Best Hex Ever
"Yes," she begged, "inside me," and that was all Scott needed to hear.
He let out a loud hiss of pleasure, his fingers rubbing Dina's clit just right at the same time, and the orgasm broke apart, shattering over them.”
― Best Hex Ever
“It was a fairy moon. Pearlescent, glowing, and hanging low in the sky---cit was the kind of moon that spelled mischief and delight. Dina stood at the edge of the north field, where the fire was already burning. It had all been arranged by Nour, a kind of witchy wedding gift. Dina inhaled the midnight air, sweet and smoky. Her mother was silhouetted by the fire, loosening her hair from the updo she'd styled it in for the evening. Dina would be like her mother tonight: untamable, wild.”
― Best Hex Ever
― Best Hex Ever
“Lemon verbena, though. That's my favorite. It's a pretty hardy plant, and you can turn it into a tisane. In Morocco we call it louiza."
"Louiza?"
"You add the leaves to boiled water and they let out the most deliciously sweet fragrance. Not exactly lemony--- more like a honey balm."
"What does the tea taste like?" he asked.
"Sort of like chamomile, maybe, but with more body, and sweeter.”
― Best Hex Ever
"Louiza?"
"You add the leaves to boiled water and they let out the most deliciously sweet fragrance. Not exactly lemony--- more like a honey balm."
"What does the tea taste like?" he asked.
"Sort of like chamomile, maybe, but with more body, and sweeter.”
― Best Hex Ever
“For spring and summer, Dina baked delicate and light pastries fragranced with rosewater, meskouta orange bundt cake, and delicate raspberry macarons. When strawberries were in season in early June, she made airy fraisier cake. For autumn and winter, Dina worked with heavier ingredients: thick, dark chocolate, cinnamon, cardamom, gingerbread, and pumpkin. As the days grew colder and the light dimmed earlier and earlier, people started to crave that feeling of warmth and comfort. And Dina would give that to them, even if only for a short while. One special bake for this season was a ginger and persimmon cake, yellowed with saffron strands, which Dina had bought on her last trip to Morocco, and fresh vanilla pods, their sweet scent so potent that it wafted across the café.
This was in addition to all the regular pastries and cakes she had on offer, which were all recipes her mother had taught her to bake. The cake made with dark honey from the Atlas mountains was an all-time customer favorite. Dina had imbibed it with a very specific spell, a childhood memory of a time that she must have fallen asleep on a car ride home, and although she was a little too big to be carried, she remembered her father lifting her into his arms, her mother closing the car door softly so as not to wake her, then carrying her upstairs and tucking her into bed.
When she'd been fashioning the spell for the first time, it had occurred to Dina that one day your parents put you down and they never picked you up again, and so she'd made the honey cake to recreate that feeling of childhood comfort. That sensation of someone taking the utmost care of you, holding you close, was a feeling that many in the rushing city of London didn't experience often.
Sometimes she wondered if she was really in the business of café ownership, or if she was more of a fairy godmother in disguise. Undeniably, the magical pastries were great at keeping customers coming back for more, so that was a bonus on the businesswoman side of things.”
― Best Hex Ever
This was in addition to all the regular pastries and cakes she had on offer, which were all recipes her mother had taught her to bake. The cake made with dark honey from the Atlas mountains was an all-time customer favorite. Dina had imbibed it with a very specific spell, a childhood memory of a time that she must have fallen asleep on a car ride home, and although she was a little too big to be carried, she remembered her father lifting her into his arms, her mother closing the car door softly so as not to wake her, then carrying her upstairs and tucking her into bed.
When she'd been fashioning the spell for the first time, it had occurred to Dina that one day your parents put you down and they never picked you up again, and so she'd made the honey cake to recreate that feeling of childhood comfort. That sensation of someone taking the utmost care of you, holding you close, was a feeling that many in the rushing city of London didn't experience often.
Sometimes she wondered if she was really in the business of café ownership, or if she was more of a fairy godmother in disguise. Undeniably, the magical pastries were great at keeping customers coming back for more, so that was a bonus on the businesswoman side of things.”
― Best Hex Ever
