Witch Singer Books
Curses. Vampires. Skunks. The life of a Witch Singer shouldn't be this complicated. After years spent paying off an old debt by working for the vampires, Bridget the Witch Singer receives the opportunity of the lifetime. Solve one vampire's oops—he turned the wrong person—and she's a free witch. Desperate to win her freedom, she heads to Assjacket to find the solution to the vampire's problem and everything goes wrong along the way, including a flat tire, getting sprayed by a skunk and the road trip from hell. Unfortunately, Martin is no ordinary skunk and his spray is a nervous tick. She does her best to save the beast when her scream accidentally wounds him and springs him from his curse. Good news for Martin, not so good for Bridget who can't get rid of him. Once in Assjacket, she's tasked by the BabaYoMama to unite at least two couples and sing at their weddings in order to gain the cure she needs for her freedom. No problem, right?
How much mischief can a witch with misfiring magical mojo get into? Plenty… Life in Assjacket seems to have achieved an odd normal—if living with a former skunk turned into her professor lover and raising a hot-tempered teenager with out of control magic can be called normal. Bridget wants to embrace her new life except…déjà vu is driving her crazy. Not to mention she still has to satisfy a deal with the vampires, please the Baba Yaga, get Rika's wild magic under control, oh and—just in case there wasn't enough on her plate, she has to learn to compromise with Martin, lest he skunk out on her again. Impulse control has never been Bridget's best quality. After Rika summons a highlander from the pages of her novel and declares her intentions to keep him, Bridget is pushed to the end of her tether. Then there's that déjà vu. Maybe it's just the repetitive nature of small town life. Of course, when a witch shows up to take her highlander back, it will take Bridget's odd little family working together to save Angus.
My story began when a vampire I dubbed Mr. Nasty-Face sent me on a crazy, impossible task to fix his mis- Turn ment of a certain succubus. Easy, right? Yeah, then I ran into the skunk who would change my life (and spray me, but let's forget that memory). Once I got to Assjacket, well, let's just say I ended up with the teenager who wasn't—a kind of happily-while-you're-here scenario. Now my teen is a grown woman with a Highlander for a lover, and I'm left to deal with Gigi. She wants me to find her a happily-for-real-ever-after and I've still got to solve my problems. So to be clear, all I have to do is undo the unbreakable, pair the unpairable, and keep my man happy. One out of three isn't bad. I'm a witch singer, not a dang miracle worker. Just sing at a couple of weddings, the Baba Yaga said, it'll be fun, she said, it'll solve all your problems…except no weddings are possible with the witched away brides