Witchin' Spice — Lissa Matthews

Welcome to Witchin' Spice Bakery or what's left of it… My name is Broo. It's short for…nevermind. Anyway, I'm new here. Like, you know, NEW! So, we're going to be learning this witch-y stuff together. And I hope you're taking notes because I may need to sneak a peek at them later.

See, I didn't know I had these empathic energy-changing magical powers that can make ice and fire and rainbows shoot from my fingertips if things get too much for me to handle. Not to mention, all this totally makes me a shoe-in on any therapist's schedule. If I needed a therapist, that is. Which I don't.

Maybe.

And… I didn't know that being dropped in Blue Balls Falls, Virginia would alert the Wicked Shitz and prompt an unwanted and nasty family reunion with my messed up in the head Papa Warlock. Nope. That was left out of the Baba Yaga travel itinerary.

But of course, it couldn't just be a quick visit with a don't use the magic you didn't know you had around humans again warning thing. Nope. Because there's also a cursed frog in need of a kiss, the Prayer Chain that travels in a pack and sticks together no matter what, and a wand that needs a bit of love and understanding.

The blowing up of Witchin' Spice Bakery, though? Yeah, let's not talk about that.