Rub My Pumpkin: Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, #1

By Linda Mooney and Carolyn Gregg

Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.

Rick Carr and his friend Booey come to Toppers Cove seeking employment at the seafood plant. For Rick, it is a chance to try and re-establish roots on the eastern coast, plus he hopes he can make a life out here.

He never expects to meet someone like Kimberly Blakeney. One glance, and he knows he's fallen in love, until he discovers she's a witch. A real witch. But despite that revelation, his feelings don’t change.

The only problem is, before he can sweep her off her feet, he first has to pass what she calls a "sex hex test" to prove they are meant to be together. Rick doesn’t mind, but what he doesn’t realize is that his best friend isn’t about let him fall under her spell...even if it means taking drastic measures.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linda Mooney
• Release date: Oct 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781941321249

Linda Mooney

Linda loves to write sensuously erotic romance with a fantasy, paranormal, or science fiction flair. Her technique is often described as being as visual as a motion picture or graphic novel. A wife, mother, grandmother, and retired Kindergarten and music teacher, she lives in a small south Texas town near the Gulf coast where she delves into other worlds filled with daring exploits, adventure, and intense love. She has numerous best sellers, including 10 consecutive #1s. In 2009, she was named Whiskey Creek Press Torrid's Author of the Year, and her book My Strength, My Power, My Love was named the 2009 WCPT Book of the Year. In 2011, her book Lord of Thunder was named the Epic Ebook "Eppie" Award Winner for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Romance. In addition, she write naughty erotic romances under the name of Carolyn Gregg, and horror under the pseudonym of Gail Smith. For more information about Linda Mooney books and titles, and to sign up for her newsletter, please visit her website. http://www.LindaMooney.com

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Chapter One

Man, if this ain't a dog town, nothing is! Don't you think so, Rick?

It rarely happened, but Rick had to admit that this time maybe Booey was right. Toppers Cove didn't appear to be any different than any other small New England town they'd passed through on their way here. Like most coastal settlements, it was a small fishing village, but its one saving grace was that it also boasted a large processing plant. It was at that plant where he and his friend had snagged jobs.

Welcome to Toppers Cove. Established 1640.

Rick stared at the sign as they passed it. It was quaint looking and framed in one of those gingerbread-type braces, but freshly re-painted, as if the local chamber of commerce had made it a high-priority item of their list of town improvements.

A hard punch to the arm got his attention. He cast an irritated look at the driver. What?

Listen up when I'm talking to you, Booey griped.

Booey, you never shut up.

That's 'cause everything I say is important. Don't you agree this is a dog town? I bet their idea of excitement is counting the patterns on the wallpaper.

What were you expecting? Rick asked his childhood friend. Not every place can be like Chicago.

Booey made a face. I bet they even put anchovies on their pizza here.

Rick was about to remark on the fact that Booey could request no anchovies, when a dark-haired woman stepped out of a building and onto the boardwalk that lined both sides of the two-lane street. She glanced their way as she checked for traffic, and he was immediately struck by her beauty. That, and the long black hair flowing over her shoulders.

He remained riveted on her face as they drove by, turning his head to follow her. For the briefest moment their eyes met, and he thought he saw pain in their dark depths. One instant, and it was gone. Quickly, he turned around in his seat to try and see which way she went. Unfortunately, Booey turned down a side street, and the woman in the pale blue patterned dress who had remained standing on the boardwalk, watching them go by, was lost to sight. Irritated, Rick snorted.

What?

Nothing, he responded curtly.

Booey tisked. Must've been a female for you to act like that. Was she pretty?

Gorgeous.

Blonde?

Black hair.

Booey gave him a wide-eyed look of disbelief. Black hair? No kidding?

No kidding. Rick gave the rearview mirror another glance, on the off chance he might spot the woman again, but it wasn't  to be.

Huh. The man scratched his two-day-old growth. That has to be a new one for your books. I don't think you've ever shown interest in a raven-haired beauty before. Did she have a rack?

I don't know. I wasn't  concentrating on that area.

Booey gave a little hoot. "You didn't notice her rack?  Boy, she must've been a stunner. Oops. Heads up. We're here."

The processing plant was enormous aluminum-sided structure located at the end of the road. It was built on top of a system of piers and beams, right over the water, where fishermen could motor right into the receiving dock to unload their catch. A faded Toppers Seafood sign graced the side of the building, and a smaller notice below it read Employee Parking Only. All other landlubbers will be keel-hauled.

Booey pulled into the parking lot, and Rick slowly climbed out of the little vehicle. Muscles cracked loudly as he stretched after hours spent on the road.

Doesn't look like much, does it?

Rick frowned. I don't care what it looks like as long as they offer a paycheck. He tucked his t-shirt into his pants and buttoned up the short-sleeved dress shirt he wore over it. He heard Booey snort as he combed his hair with his fingers.

It's a freaking job cleaning fish, amigo. You're not here to pose for a magazine cover.

Rick shrugged off the guy's smart-ass remark. He was used to Booey's insensitive comments, although he had to admit that the last five hundred miles of listening to the guy's inane chatter had nearly driven him ape-shit crazy.

They walked across the cracked macadam, toward the single unmarked door. A cold, brisk breeze came off the water, filled with the scent of salt and fish. Rick breathed it in, and for the first time in a long time he realized he had a pretty good feeling about this job.

A cute young thing with a blonde ponytail was sitting behind a weathered desk a few feet beyond the doorway. She glanced up