Released from the magic pokey and paroled with limited power is enough to make any witch grumpy. However, if you throw in a recently resurrected cat, a lime-green Kia and a sexy egotistical werewolf, it's enough to make a gal fly off the edge.Not to mention a mission...with no freaking directions.So here I sit in Asscrack, West Virginia trying to figure out how to complete my mysterious mission before All Hallows Eve when I'll get turned into a mortal. The ...

Witches and glitches and testicle obsessed cats… Oh my.One dilemma down and approximately 74,876,283 to go. I think being the Shifter Whisperer is hard—or Shifter Wanker as I enjoy referring to my new job—but healing wounded Shifters is easy compared to finding and eliminating the lurking freaking evil.Throw in a ghost, a potentially explosive ex-cellmate, a long lost dad and a smokin' hot werewolf who's convinced he's my mate, and suddenly it's party time—from hell.

Running a tourist trap for humans in the Bermuda Triangle had sounded like a fine plan—until it wasn't.With the Sea Hags gunning for our island and ruining our questionably successful business, I did what any desperate Mermaid would do. I called for backup.Of course, getting help from the Otherworld Defense Agency is risky as they don't usually deal with ocean creatures. Whatever. Desperate times call for crappy measures. Chances are they'll send freaking P...

One of these things is not like the others—life threatening community theatre, wire hangers, chipmunks, tree-house sex-capades with a hot werewolf and head-shrinking with a porno-loving rabbit Shifter.Actually none of these things are even remotely like the others, but it’s my life and I’m going to make the pieces fit into a perfect puzzle—even if I have to shove it together and glue it with magic.New leaf, new leaf, new freakin’ leaf.Caring for people wasn’t in my ...

Forecast for today? Partly good witch, with a thirty-two percent chance of broom rage.How in the Goddess's name did I get stuck at the Witchypoo Convention at Rump Arena in Hexington, Kentucky? Whoops… my bad. Rupp Arena in Lexington, Kentucky. Whatever. It's like one cavernous indoor garage sale of "magic" crap. It's nothing more than a convention of human wanna-be witches in pointy ankle boots and half-price black hats.And where in the Goddess's gauchos d...

What's a witch to do when her magic is on the fritz and there's a huge pile of laundry to be done? Easy. Flood the entire house. Everyone wants a bubbly indoor freakin' swimming pool… right?Just when everything is right in my life, something has to go wrong—times three. Number one: an unknown evil force wants to steal my power. Now, instead of protecting and healing the whacked out inhabitants of Assjacket, my power has wonked out on me and I've b...

Why do I have to have my tail in a knot for the one hot, sexy Werewolf who can't seem to keep his Johnson in his pants?I'm a nice girl—really I am. I'm just a typical computer-hacking, knife-throwing, Star Trek-obsessed, overeducated Werewolf nerd who can't seem to get her love life to compute.However, it's time to grow up and face the music or more accurately the man I'm in love with… Junior aka Jacob Wilson—the Alpha of the Georgia Pack. First I'...

What's a Tree Sprite to do when she's stumped?Get to the root of the problem, of course.Only I wood get stuck in a tree with the Warlock I love camped out next to it mea-culpa-ing for being a turdwaffle for the last decade.What should I do about it?Umm… stay in the tree and enjoy the show.Location: Assjacket, West Virginia (Who in their right mind named this town?)Mission: Ge...

I need a new freakin' job.It's not what you think. I'm desperate to resign from the Werewolf Treaty Federation aka WTF. Don't judge. I didn't name this crew of misfit Shifters so hear me out.After investigating a deadly Jazz Cabbage outbreak, I discover we need a necromancing Demon to help solve the crime. As luck would have it, my gay Vampyre BFF, Dwayne, dated one of these gems several decades ago. Seems all we need to do is summon his evil butt ...

What does a hungry, pregnant witch do when her whole freaking town goes on a no carb diet?I’ll tell you what. She goes on the sly and conjures up some anchovy-chocolate chunk cookies dipped in hot sauce—that’s what.Of course my cheating gets complicated when all of the magic in the world goes on the fritz. To solve that particular wrinkle, I’ll have to finally find the source of the lurking evil.Easier said than done. Maybe if I wasn’t pregnant and starving...

It's all fun and games until someone throws a dirty jumper rollup and you lose out in the Cornhole tournament of life.According to Baba Yoscarybutt, it's time for me to witch up or step back down into the Cornholio minor leagues. While Cornhole is definitely not my beanbag, I can't stand to lose.I don't want to be the next Baba Yaga. I'm doing just peachy as the Shifter Wanker who heals the clumsy idiots of Assjacket, West Virginia. I love my life. My werew...

Planning my own wedding should mean I'm having the time of my life…not defending it every time I turn around. Dragons, feral Wolves and Were Cows…I mean who in the hell knew Were Cows even existed?All I wanna do is marry Hank, have 2.5 beautiful little Werewolf babies and live happily ever after while having sex on a very regular basis. Oh…and I still want to shoot stuff occasionally.Apparently no one got the memo.Instead of complaining about the pr...