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“Welcome to the Bookshop of Magic,” she purred.
“Bookshop of magic?” Matt said. “I thought this was called Castleview Books.”
“It is and it isn’t,” she said, managing to muddy the conversation more than it already was. “That’s the store’s official name. The unofficial one is the other.”

“Five minutes,” I told her sternly. “That’s as much time as I’ve got.”
She patted the floor beside her. “Sit down and let’s play. You can be Mrs. Pimplebottom.”

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Sneak Peek of Spell, Don't Tell!

Grim was all heat, his body practically a furnace. I relished the warmth coming off him as he whispered in my ear, his lips caressing my skin, “Ready to go?”

A knot lumped up in my throat. “Yes."

He led me to his car and we rode in silence for a few minutes. I didn’t know where we were going, and I didn’t care.

Sneak Peek!

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. Now I was protecting myself from monsters? What sort of secret did Grim have?

As the car picked up speed again and the houses became a blur, I realized that I didn’t know a thing about the evils that lay in Willow Lake.

But I was about to find out.