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    Witch and Were: Magic and Mayhem Universe: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Story
    Witch and Were: Magic and Mayhem Universe: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Story
    Witch and Were: Magic and Mayhem Universe: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Story
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    Witch and Were: Magic and Mayhem Universe: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Story

    By Eliza Gayle

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    A Paranormal Women's Fiction Story for anyone who refuses to believe that fun stops at any age. 

     

    All my life I've been told I need to learn the fine art of patience. Ironic considering that's what my hipster loving, sex addicted mother named me. Instead of dealing with my mother's woo-woo touchy feely ways, I'd rather keep my mind and my weak ass magic focused on business.

     

    Today of all days, I especially can't deal. Not only do I have a meeting with some influential investors that I need to expand my skin care line, it's also my fiftieth birthday. That's right. The big 5-0. Ugh. Witches may not age like humans so I don't look a day over twenty-five. But in my business age is everything and my customers expect, well, magic.

     

    So the fact I woke up this morning in the form of a white wolf is kind of a problem. Witches can't shift, so why the hell am I looking at a wolf in the mirror?

    As if that wasn't enough, there's a silver fox now trying to sniff my butt. The fact he shifts into a smoking hot Gerard Butler look alike with a salt and pepper beard shouldn't matter. Uhhhh... Now he wants to be my guide for a cross country road trip to some nowhere town in West Virginia so I can figure out what's wrong with me.

     

    This should be epic. Not.

     

    Go ahead, cue the banjos. If you don't hear from me in a week, please send help.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGypsy Ink Books
    Release dateAug 27, 2018
    ISBN9781386448877
    Witch and Were: Magic and Mayhem Universe: A Paranormal Women's Fiction Story
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    Eliza Gayle

    Eliza Gayle is the NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of over 30 paranormal and contemporary romance books.(she writes contemporary under the name E.M. Gayle) Known for sexy, action packed stories with alpha male heroes (the tall, dark and furry kind) and the often sarcastic heroines who fall for them. Her bestselling Southern Shifters series has also been developed into a KindleWorld where anyone can write, publish and earn money on their own Southern Shifters fan fiction. Visit elizagayle.com for more information. But...before her writing career began, she served in the Marine Corps and lived a crazy life of adventure. Then she read her first erotic romance novel and everything changed. Now, she lives on a small island in the Pacific Northwest and spends her days writing sexy stories, wandering the beach or accepting torture from her demanding kitty. To keep up with new releases, contests and sales, sign up for Eliza's VIP newsletter at: http://elizagayle.com/newsletter 

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      Witch and Were - Eliza Gayle

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      N orman, what the hell is wrong with you? My stupid cat stood next to my head hissing and growling at me as I tried to sleep. I refuse to open my eyes and wake up no matter what you do. So you might as well give it up and go find something else to do.

      Today of all days I wished for nothing more than the opportunity to stay in bed and hide from the world. Why you ask? It's simple really. Today is my birthday. Another milestone year for the record books I guess.

      The big 5-0.

      I had a dream I would wake up this morning and no longer look twenty-five. Of course it was silly, that's what dreams are. Witches don't age the same as humans, so there was little chance I would wake up looking any different than I did the day before.

      Norman hissed in my ear again.

      Oh. My. Freaking. Goddess. What is your problem? I opened my eyes to my white cat's bared fangs only inches from my face. "You act as if you've never seen me before. And I'm warning you now, if you bite my face, I will murder you in your sleep."

      A total lie, of course, but hopefully he didn't know that.

      I turned on my back and lifted my arm to stretch and froze, limb in mid air.

      What the hell?

      I blinked. And then blinked again. Did I get drunk last night and not remember it? Why was I currently looking up at the white furred paw of some strange dog instead of my hand with the fresh manicure I got last night in the perfect shade of pink?

      I tried to sit up and my body rolled awkwardly. Norman growled low in his throat again and this time I grew alarmed. Looking down, I clearly saw paws instead of hands and feet. And lots of white fur.

      I jumped off the bed and ran over to my closet door with the full-length mirror. There I did a double take at my reflection. I squeezed my eyes shut and counted to ten in my head. Whatever was going on, there had to be an explanation.

      An out of body experience?

      A drink spiked with mind-altering drugs?

      I took in a deep breath and slowly released it before once again opening my eyes. Nothing had changed. I still stood there looking at my reflection with the face of a white wolf staring back at me.

      Still too shocked to understand, I took a step right. The wolf followed.

      I moved back to the left. Same thing. I lowered my head and I'll be damned if the stupid wolf didn't mimic that too.

      I reached forward and touched the mirror, looking at the edges for some source of trickery. Clearly someone thought I needed a practical joke on my birthday.

      But who? My mother? My sort of best friend Lucy? Nah, she was the good girl in our relationship. If by good girl you mean the one always trying to get me laid because she is saving herself for the right guy.

      There was certainly no current boyfriend to blame. I shook my head, the weight of frustration making my brain ache. None of this made sense.

      I thought back to the early days of my witch training with all its rules and protocols. Early on my mother had done everything she could to help me strengthen my power to no avail. I could work a few spells and under extreme stress tap into a little more, but nothing else.

      What had she said about Shifters? I looked back at the mirror. I mean what else could explain it?

      I wanted to bang my head against that stupid piece of lying mirrored glass until it revealed the truth. Shifters were a strange thing. Always changing into animals and then back again. Ruining all their clothes and always having to buy new ones. Well, okay that part might not be so bad. I didn’t hate hitting the Fashion Show Mall when I needed to destress.

      My head popped up as a memory found its way into my mind. Witches were not Shifters. That's what my mother said. So this definitely had to be some kind of trick or spell.

      I still didn't like it. If anyone could break a rule it would be me. And I had a very important meeting today.

      Crap on a cracker.

      I ran around the bed to the nightstand that housed my alarm clock and looked up. Thank goodness I still had my normal human abilities while looking like a ridiculous dog. The clock read eight thirty am. Oh no!

      I had barely an hour to make my meeting. I certainly couldn't show up like this. These investors were not magical so they couldn't understand something like this. What to do? What do do? My brain was starting to pound as I searched for a solution.

      I could try to reschedule. I glanced down at my hands now paws and wanted to cry. Kind of hard to make a phone call or send a text without opposable thumbs.

      From the corner of my eye I saw Norman still crouched on the bed, looking at me with an evil eye. Don't look at me like that. For all I know this is all your fault. What kind of familiar doesn't have his witch's back?

      As usual he didn't talk back. Apparently my limited magic affected him too, leaving us no way to communicate except for my talking and his weird cat noises and now, apparently, hissing and growling.

      I turned away from him. Thanks for nothing. I said as I headed into the bathroom only to realize I couldn't do anything. I couldn't take a shower, fix my hair or even apply my morning

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