You’re Broom or Mine?
Magic and Mayhem Book 8
Robyn Peterman
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Edited by Sara Lunsford
Contents
Books In This Series
What Others Are Saying
Acknowledgments
Book Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
Robyn’s Book List
Note From The Author
About Robyn Peterman
Books In This Series
Switching Hour
Witch Glitch
A Witch In Time
Magically Delicious
A Tale Of Two Witches
Three’s A Charm
Switching Witches
Your broom or mine?
The Bad Boys of Assjacket
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What Others Are Saying
“Funny, fast-paced, and filled with laugh-out-loud dialogue.
Robyn Peterman delivers a sidesplitting, sexy tale of powerful witches and magical delights.
I devoured Magically Delicious in one sitting!”
~Ann Charles
USA Today Bestselling Author
of the Deadwood Humorous Mystery Series
Acknowledgments
I adore the Magic and Mayhem Series. It started on a dare and I see no end in sight. Expanding the town of Assjacket makes me happy. In the beginning, I had no clue Zelda had a twin, but I couldn’t be more delighted that she does. Zach kicks some major butt and my dryad, Willow, was so much fun to write. I even created a new language in this one. Puntreelish. Much to my family’s horror, I’m still speaking Puntreelish even though I’m done writing the book. LOL
As always, while writing is a solitary experience getting a book into the world is a group project.
Renee — Thank you for all your support, your friendship, your deviously brilliant mind and for being the best Cookie ever. You saved my butt on this one. Forever in your debt.
Wanda — Thank you for knowing what I mean even when I don’t. LOL You are the best and this writing business wouldn’t be any fun without you. You make the journey more fun.
Sara — Thank you for saving me from scary grammar mistakes. You rock. And thank you for letting me be late. LOL
Heather, Susan and Wanda — Thank you for being kickass betas. You are all wonderful.
Rebecca — Thank you. As always, your cover captured what was in my mind perfectly.
Steve, Henry and Audrey — Thank you. The three of you are my world. Without you, none of this would make sense. I love you.
Dedication
For Heather, my new buddy with the eagle eyes!
Book Description Your Broom or Mine?
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: Get out of the tree and dropkick the Warlock who forgot to mention he was in love with me until I was stuck in a tree.
Obstacles: Just about everything… crazy foul mouthed witches, accident-prone shifters and a musical production of Jaws.
The Problem: A vicious Slug shifter who will do anything to ruin my future.
The Solution: With a little luck, a whole bunch of salt, a pinch of magic and the help of my certifiable new buddies, I might just survive long enough to put down some new roots.
And if the journey in the woods gets too crazy? Not a problem. I’ll just branch out and take the psycho-path.
Chapter One
My stomach flipped. Then my stomach flopped.
It wasn’t just my stomach. It was my brain, my emotions and my magic. I was a hot mess and a possible arboreal disaster waiting to happen.
While I was tempted to yell timber, I wasn’t exactly falling, and I didn’t want to alarm the boys. They’d been so protective and kind. Not to mention, I wasn’t technically a tree.
With each passing day, it was getting more obvious that my body had healed from its near-death state and it was time to leaf, but I choked every time I tried to force the words from my lips.
And oh, my Goddess… the puns. I was speaking the language of my people. It wasn’t surprising, due to my leafly, umm… lovely surroundings, but I’d given Puntreelish up about ninety years ago when I was five—not that I looked ninety-five, thank the Goddess. Most dryads stopped aging around thirty give or take a few life rings… Crap. Years—give or take a few years.
Should I stay or should I go? The Clash wasn’t going to be able to help me with this one. Decisions were harsh. I hadn’t made one in what felt like ages, and it had been freaking fantastic.
Should I open my eyes or keep floating in the sparkling rainbow kaleidoscope? My stomach tingled with the sensation of riding a lightning-fast roller coaster. Magic was exquisite, delicate and ethereal. Simply staying still enabled my mind to travel to otherworldly places—safe places.
It also enabled me to avoid reality. Definitely not my normal MO. But reality was unknown and not very promising at the moment.
Done. The answer was to stay. I’d keep my eyes closed and defy gravity. Elphaba knew what she was talking about. Witches—even wicked ones—were delightful.
“Wakey, wakey, little dryad,” the huge oak whispered in a melodic tone. “Time to spruce up for the day ahead.”
I smiled and groaned. Trees were very punny.
Normally, being inside a tree was peaceful. It was second nature to my kind. However, being stuck inside of
