"You taste like mine."
Serena is a witch.
If it wasn't for her badly behaved familiar she might have already ascended to full witch and finally gained the approval of the Head of the Council - her mother.
But the damn cat doesn't seem to want to play ball and it's getting to the point that the local cattery is looking like a swell idea.
For a warrior witch, the fact that her own familiar won't reveal his war form, is making her look severely stupid. And Serena doesn't do stupid....
Good thing she has a glitter-witch/pixie/gypsy/no idea what she actually is, best friend who has her own dragon as a familiar, and Serena is not jealous. Not at all.
With help from a highly intoxicated Grandma, and an overly affectionate naked guy, Serena and Hayley fight against Sod's Law to finally achieve more than the title of 'Faulty West Coast Witch.'
This is a Novella of roughly 50,000 words that includes lots of indecent flashing, coarse humor, and an irreverent witch that has the vocabulary of a big, burly truck driver. Foul language warning in three....two....one....
Author takes no responsibility for sudden cat appreciation societies, adoptions, and/or girly-squeals. Any relation to real life is totally accidental and should this occur, please send details (and photographic evidence) to author's email address ;).