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Were-Teen: Uncollected Anthology, #33
Were-Teen: Uncollected Anthology, #33
Were-Teen: Uncollected Anthology, #33
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Were-Teen: Uncollected Anthology, #33

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Patrice is happy, successful, and cursed. Every month during the full moon she reverts to her awkward teen-aged self, complete with braces and acne. This year, at her 25 year high school reunion, she's going to confront the witch who cursed her and get the spell reversed. 

 

If only she can find the right shoes…

LanguageEnglish
Release dateFeb 20, 2024
ISBN9798224137046
Were-Teen: Uncollected Anthology, #33

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    Were-Teen - Leah R Cutter

    Were-Teen

    Were-Teen

    WERE-CREATURES AND CONUNDRUMS

    UNCOLLECTED ANTHOLOGY

    BOOK THIRTY-THREE

    LEAH R CUTTER

    KNOTTED ROAD PRESS

    Contents

    Were-Teen

    About Uncollected Anthology

    Read More!

    About the Author

    Also by Leah R Cutter

    About Knotted Road Press

    Were-Teen

    Patrice sat huddled on her couch, arms wrapped firmly around her bent knees. God, how could she be so stupid? Mortification poured down on her head, drowning her. She had vague memories of self-confidence, once upon a time. Now, only hopeless awkwardness and a bitter, lonely life stretched before her.

    What had she been thinking, calling her ex-boyfriend? It had kind of started as a joke, like drunk-dialing. Only she wasn’t drunk. Just young. Barely sixteen.

    She’d also been so bored.

    Nothing on TV. Nothing on YouTube that she hadn’t already seen. Nothing on the myriad channels of cable. Nothing to do but wait and wait and wait until midnight and she just couldn’t take it Any. More.

    Patrice pressed her forehead against her knees, not caring how much it hurt because of the horrible acne raging across her face. She kept hearing Tom’s words, over and over again. She’d only wanted to talk about school or something. It wasn’t until they’d started talking that she’d remembered—duh—that he didn’t go to her school. He hadn’t even recognized her voice at first, either.

    Patrice knew Tom wouldn’t take her back—who’d want a loser like her?

    A voice at the back of her head spoke nonsense about

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