A Match Made in Spell
Book One of The Fate Weaver Series
Being wicked is a choice, isn’t it?
Most families try to hide their black sheep away from prying eyes. When my grandmother went about as wicked as a witch can go, mine erected a statue of her. Okay, that’s not entirely true, since I’m the last remaining member of the family and I was only a baby when she died, I’m not quite sure who arranged for my worst nightmare to be carved in stone and placed across the street from my home. I hope whoever it was has a perpetual pimple the size of Texas on their backside. –Lexi Balefire