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By Kirsten Weiss
didn’t have to answer so honestly,” I grumped. My sister Karin could be bossy.
wandered the pumpkin patch beneath a full, harvest moon, his curses floating on
the warm, night air. He prodded a smashed rind with his boot.
scanned the ruined field and jammed my phone into the apron of my French maid
outfit. Hey, when you’re a real witch, there’s no point to dressing as
something supernatural. Besides, Halloween night was supposed to be time for
sexy fun with my boyfriend, Brayden, not for playing monster-cop.
tightened. Brayden and I were solid. Totally. But I’d sort of missed our last
two dates due to unforeseen magical circumstances, and Halloween was a special
time for us. I couldn’t let him down again.
smile and waved to the farmer. “Did any pumpkins survive?”
vibrated again. Ignoring the text, I knelt beside a tiny pumpkin the vandal had
overlooked. I picked it up, brushed off the soil. Since I was an earth witch,
plants liked me. I closed my eyes and focused on the pumpkin. Was there magic
toward a scarecrow by the side of the dirt road. The scarecrow lifted its arms
and smashed a pumpkin to the ground.
was magic. I leapt to my feet and sprinted toward the scarecrow. Was this a new
trick? The local fairies animating scarecrows?
through the darkness in a clatter of hooves. Bells tinkling, a wagon flashed
halt, teetering inches from the moving hayride, loaded with giggling kids and
beaming parents and jingling harnesses.
split in my hand, and I jumped. My hair lifted at the nape of my neck. What the
light flitted behind the scarecrow and vanished into the nearby woods.
and shivered. What was that? Dropping the pumpkin’s remains, I hurried forward.
slumped and dropped the pumpkin in her hands. And it was a her, a real her in a
scarecrow outfit, and not, as I’d thought, a scarecrow come to life.
I?” She glared at me. “What did you do?”
Typical. I always got blamed.
roared forward, arms swinging. The scarecrow sprinted away, which seemed like
phone and texted my sister.
Crappiest pep talk ever. And where was I supposed to get iron?
clattered to a halt. Its driver helped the riders out and handed each a
to the wagon.
smiled at my costume. “Hay is for horses.”
“Can I have a horseshoe?”
super important.” That I make my date. Okay, and that I de-possess innocent
Doyle-ites. Oh yeah, and send the stupid fairy back to wherever it came from.
ride, no lucky horseshoe.”
snapped and rummaged in my frilly apron for some bills. “How much—wait, are
they real horseshoes? Iron horseshoes?”
the money and got my shoe. “Perfect.” I raced into the oak forest.
through a vineyard, between rows of twisted vines, and vanished behind a rise.
the hill into another pumpkin patch.
woman in a plaid shirt, jeans, and vest hurled a pumpkin to the ground.
at the wreckage. At least a quarter of the field was already destroyed, rinds
and seeds and orange strings tangled on the ground.
pitched the horseshoe at the woman.
from the air and tossed it over her shoulder. The woman kicked a pumpkin.
the iron. Or that guy had lied about the horseshoe.
a gentle cascade of notes, and my insides fluttered. I didn’t need to check the
screen. Brayden was the only person I knew who called instead of texting. He
was old-fashioned that way. It was super cute.
the woman’s raised hands exploded, raining down on her head. Her mouth opened,
and the orb flew from her throat.
rubbed her forehead. “What…? My pumpkins! Who smashed my pumpkins?”
on the wavering light, I answered the phone. “Hey there,” I said, trying for a
low purr. But it’s hard to be sexy surrounded by smashed squash.
Brayden’s voice rumbled. “Am I in the wrong spot?”
turning liquid. “Sorry. My bad. I’m on my way.”
softly. “I’ll wait. See you at Antoine’s.” He hung up.
bobbed up a forest trail, along a stream.
the hill, where my F-150 was parked, and bit the inside of my cheek. If I
ditched my fairy quest, I could be at Antoine’s in ten minutes.
vanished around a bend.
charged up the inky trail. But the blasted light kept ahead of me.
changed, ribboning past cottages and a miniature red waterwheel.
stone steps from the creek to Main Street.
a deflating bouncy castle marked the entrance to a pumpkin patch. Old Mrs.
Biddlecreek raised her cane and brought it down on a pumpkin.
glanced at my phone. It was nearly midnight. I was sweaty. My maid’s outfit was
a wreck. Antoine’s, a small town bar, would be closing soon. I was so screwed.
stuck with fairy-removal duty? I didn’t know what I was doing. Iron was a bust.
And I’d no idea why the fairy had left its first two hosts. Not because of me,
that was for sure.
and my muscles tensed. I really needed to choose a text tone that was more
relaxing, like my chimes…
the fairy had left, horses had trotted past, bells jingling. And the second
time, Brayden had called, and my chime tones had rung.
whacked another pumpkin.
to get rid of the fairy for good, I needed bigger bells.
through cat videos, political screeds… “Ha!” I turned up the volume and thrust
my phone toward the old lady. Winchester Cathedral’s bells bonged from my
clapped her hands to her ears. A ball of light flew from Mrs. Biddlecreek’s
mouth. The light quivered, pulsing, then shrunk to nothing, popping out of our
patch exploded, pelting me with an orange mess.
ducked, too late.
blinked and shook a pumpkin rind off her cane.
Brayden, dressed like Zorro, strode down the sidewalk. Even beneath the black
mask, I’d know his broad shoulders and confident stride anywhere.
brushed slimy orange from my maid’s outfit. “Brayden! You came looking for me?”
plucked a string of seeds from my hair, and his emerald eyes sparkled. “What
uh… a magical problem.”
face creased. “Why didn’t you tell me? I was worried.”
toward the pumpkin patch. “I didn’t want to ruin your Halloween with… this.”
pulled me close, getting pumpkin on his silky white shirt. “All I want is to be
part of your magic.” He kissed me, sending a shockwave through my body.
another string of orange goo from my shoulder. “And get you into the shower.”
Witches of Doyle cozy mystery novels. Book 5, Fey, arrives on October 28th,
just in time for Halloween!
The Witches of Doyle
Genre: cozy witch mystery