Witch With An Attitude : Magic and Mayhem Universe

By Jodi Vaughn

My name is Ella and I'm. not your normal everyday witch. Not that witches are normal, by any means.  But I'm different. I'm a survivor and I'm on the run. I ran into some trouble in Kentucky and a rabbit shifter saved me. Yes, you read that right. A rabbitt shifter. The problem is he doesn't know how dangerous I am. But he's about to find out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jodi Vaughn
• Release date: Aug 27, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386234722

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Foreward

Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

Well, let me explain...

It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you...the results are hilarious!

So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side splitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!

For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

Chapter One

Where the hell am I? I cut my eyes at the overweight truck driver with a thick thatch of black hair, whose name had escaped me.  I glanced out the window as we pulled off the highway and into a brightly lit truck stop.

I managed to catch a ride with the truck driver a few states back. My ass ached from sitting too long. It seemed like we had driven for hours, only stopping to refuel.

We’re in West Virginia, Ella. He smiled, revealing a mouth full of teeth as he spoke my name.  He scratched his red and black plaid belly, his eyes twinkling as he continued to stare. You sure are pretty. Like an angel from heaven itself.

I’m no angel, I assure you. Quite the opposite, in fact. A witch was the farthest thing from an angel but I wasn’t about to tell him that. I hardly knew the guy.

I shot him a dismissive look and ran my fingers through my straight red hair. I flipped open the visor above me to check my reflection in the mirror. I cringed. There were bags under my green eyes, and I was paler than usual.

I looked like shit on a cracker.

I thought we were going to Missouri. I flipped the visor back up and turned my glare on him.

No ma’am. I told you West Virginia is where I needed to drop my shipment. He nodded slowly and continued to smile.

I know  ...ah ...what’s your name again? I waved my hand in the air for him to supply his name. I never was one for recalling names. People didn’t stick around so there was no need to make the effort for remembering names.

Dudley. My name’s Dudley. His smile grew wider.

Of course it is. I gathered up a smile and focused my attention on him. I could glamour a man into doing anything I wanted with a smile as I looked into their eyes. I knew it would work on Dudley. Dudley, I didn’t want to go to West Virginia. I spoke a little slower this time.  There wasn’t anything to do in West Virginia. I did however, hear there were things to do in Missouri.

Yes ma’am. He grinned again. I have to pick up my shipment in Ohio. Maybe you’ll like Ohio better.

Ohio?  Usually my witch’s power of glamour could not be resisted by any mortal man. But it wasn’t working on Dudley. Which meant he was either a powerful paranormal creature or my power was fading.

I leaned over toward him and inhaled. I wrinkled up my nose as I eased back in my seat.

He didn’t smell like a shifter or a fairy or any other paranormal creature. He smelled like beanie-weenies and root beer.

I’ve got to fuel up my truck. Want something from inside? A hot dog? A honey bun? A burrito? Dudley’s eyes glazed over. This truck stop has the best bean burritos you’ve ever put in your mouth.

I had the good graces to keep my expression neutral. Dudley and a bean burrito was a natural gas disaster waiting to happen. I stifled a gasp, thinking about being trapped in the cab with no escape.

A few hours after Dudley first picked me up, he’d offered me his sleeping bag in the back and told me to nap while he drove. I’d reluctantly crawled in the bag only to be surrounded by the stifling smell of old farts and dirty socks. I’d scampered out like a scalded cat, and decided I wasn’t that tired after all. I ended up falling asleep in the front seat with my cheek smashed against the window.

You know what, Dudley. I think I’m going to just get out here. I reached for the door handle and pulled.

His face fell. But what about Missouri? How will you get there?

I’ll be okay. I’ll find a way. I smiled, opened the door, and slid to the ground.

I always find a way. I mumbled to myself and slammed the door shut.

I watched his taillights as he drove over to the diesel pump. I didn’t miss the sadness on his face as he got out of the cab.

Keeping people at a distance was for their safety as much as mine. Leaving Dudley now was probably for the best.

I glanced around the dark parking lot. It was late at night and there weren’t many people outside. A couple of trucks sat at the pumps, a few cars were parked off to the side,  and some people were making their way inside for a bathroom break and late night snack before continuing on their way. I glanced around, making sure no one was looking, before I walked away from the brightly light station.

I preferred the shadows to the light. I’d been that way all my life. It was best to stay in the dark and avoid people.

I pulled the cell phone out of my pocket and hit the map button. I had glamoured a high school boy into giving me his cell phone. From the looks of the expensive car he was driving, I knew his parents would quickly replace the phone.

I had basic knowledge when it came to cell phones: how to make a call, download apps and navigate the maps.  I also knew how to download music.

I loved music more than anything. Music, to me, was like medicine. I’d heard there was a lot of music in Branson, Missouri.

I glanced down at my jeans and short sleeve shirt, both stolen from a human who I’d followed to her car from a mall. Since we were about the same size, I glamoured her into giving me the clothes she’d just bought, and the tennis shoes off her feet.

I preferred shoes that were dressier, but I also knew that I might have to get away quickly, so the tennis shoes were a good idea.

Walking away from

Reviews for Witch With An Attitude

[Tami Hughes · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

The worst book in this series. Dont bother wasting your time. I will not be reading any more of Vaughns books