Homeless and on the run, magical conwoman Livvy doesn’t just need a break… she needs a freaking miracle.
With government officials on her tail wanting to talk to her about one of any number of con’s she’s pulled over the years; fake fortunes, tarot readings, pretending to be a gypsy wisewoman… and out of a place to stay, Livvy is forced to take the only option left on the table. A job from the classified section of Witch Weekly. There’s a town in the US needing a witch to clear out some brownies.
One problem. Livvy’s not a witch… she’s a woman with a healthy need to be somewhere the british government can’t reach her and a goddess-gifted ability in pretending to be something she’s not.
As soon as her feet hit the ground in Bottomslick, USA, the entire world seems intent on proving her wrong about the witch thing. First a familiar turns up, then a troll, and she can’t figure out if she want’s to kiss or slap the sexy-as-sin werebear sherriff who keeps telling her she’s NOT the witch she’s pretending to be.
But her worries aren’t over. It doesn’t take the british government long to find her are on her tail again and apparently she’s not filed the correct magical visa to work as a witch…. all that will have to wait though, because Bottomslick needs a witch, especially when sunflowers and pumpkins start kidnapping people.
It’s down to one conwoman-turned-witch to save the day and rescue the sherriff in distress, before she gets deported…