Herbal Remedy

By Megan Derr

Jordan is used to being the butt of every hedge witch joke, painfully aware he's a checklist of clichés, and long resigned to never being as successful as the more favored elemental witches. Then a prestigious magic firm puts out a call for hedge witches, and the chance to prove himself and become more than a joke is impossible to resist—even if he has to put aside all those things he loves for a little while. It's only temporary, the money is great, and it will all be worth it in the end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Derr
• Release date: Aug 23, 2019

Megan Derr

Megan is a long-time resident of queer romance and keeps herself busy reading and writing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she’s not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her wife and cats, or watch movies. She loves to hear from readers and can be found all over the internet.meganderr.compatreon.com/meganderrmeganderr.blogspot.comfacebook.com/[e-mail]@meganaderr

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Jordan is used to being the butt of every hedge witch joke, painfully aware he's a checklist of clichés, and long resigned to never being as successful as the more favored elemental witches. Then a prestigious magic firm puts out a call for hedge witches, and the chance to prove himself and become more than a joke is impossible to resist—even if he has to put aside all those things he loves for a little while. It's only temporary, the money is great, and it will all be worth it in the end.

Herbal Remedy

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By Megan Derr

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Edited by Samantha M. Derr

Cover designed by Megan Derr

This book is a work of fiction and as such all characters and situations are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.

Second Edition August 2019

Copyright © 2019 by Megan Derr

Printed in the United States of America

Herbal Remedy

Megan Derr

Jordan opened the front door, annoyed that Jayden had clearly forgotten or lost his key again—and promptly wanted to slam it shut at the look on his brother's face. Just say it.

What in the hell happened to your hair?

Unable to stomach repeating the story, feeling stupid and ugly, Jordan stomped off back to the kitchen, running a hand over the soft fuzz that was all that remained of his hair. He still kind of wanted to cry, which was stupid because it was just hair, but whatever, he did. In the kitchen he picked up the cigarette he'd just been about to light when he heard the knocking. Lighting it, he let the scent and flavor of fairy grass and mint soothe him. Screw coffee, fairy grass all the way.

He heaved a sigh when Jayden slipped into the kitchen. Seriously, what happened to your hair?

What happened to your brain? How did you forget your keys again?

Stop avoiding the question.

Jordan took a pull on his cigarette, breathed the smoke in deep, closing his eyes and enjoying the way it warmed his blood and opened up his magic, dulled the sharp edges of his bad mood. Finally dragging his eyes open, he said, "It was Ms. Harley. I was over there renewing her bug wards and picking up some fresh coriander and stuff. She wanted me to look at this nasty smelling concoction she had bubbling in a cauldron—an honest to goddess cauldron!—only instead of holding the pitcher out for me to smell it, she tripped or something and I wound up wearing it. Healing potion she called it. Does my hair look healed to you?"

Shh, Jayden said, grasping him firmly by the biceps. That woman is crazy. Someone needs to take her 'book of spells' away from her and burn it.

"It was gross, Jordan said with a sniff. Almost too hot, and it smelled like rotted herbs and meat. It was thick and oily and sticky and I tried to get it out, but I finally—" he gulped and shoved Jayden away so he could take another drag.

Jayden scowled. Want me to set her on fire? I don't need magic for that, just gasoline and matches.

Jordan managed a laugh. It's not nice to set people on fire, especially not old ladies who don't really mean any harm. It's just hair; it'll grow back. He ran his fingers over the stupid fuzz, startled and confused and miserable at the way there was nothing there. It