50 Ways to Hex Your Lover by Linda Wisdom Read Free Book Online

there is no jam.” A seriously sleep-deprived Jazz stared at the refrigerator’s interior as wisps of cold air tickled
     her toes. Five minutes of study and the refrigerator shelves were still as empty as they had been when she first opened it.
     Examination of the shelves in the door proved just as futile. Her witchy tantrum had left her so wired the night before that
     sleep had proven next to impossible. She woke up feeling so out of sorts she hadn’t even bothered with a glamour spell to
     look suitable for the outside world. Instead, her hair was matted against one side of her head and pillow creases tracked
     her cheek.
    “No butter either.” She glanced over her shoulder at Krebs who sat at the table. He spooned up oatmeal from the bowl in front
     of him. “Krebs, my love? We have no food.” She made sure to sound as plaintive as it was possible without shifting to outright
     pathetic.
    He concentrated on his breakfast, making sure nothing dripped on his navy blue polo shirt and khaki slacks. “Jazz, my love,”
     he shot back. “It’s your turn to do the grocery shopping. If you want food, you’ll have to go pick it up.”
    Her shoulders hunched over and her head hung down at the prospect of her least favorite chore. “I grocery shopped the last
     time.”
    “ I did the shopping the last three times,” he reminded her. “Sorry, babe. You have to step up to the plate and do the job. Pull
     up those thong panties and deal with the situation. Or wiggle your nose and conjure up breakfast.”
    She flopped down into a chair at the table. “That is so not allowed. And thanks to Fluff and Puff no one will deliver here
     anymore. Besides, I have stuff to do today.” She used her favorite excuse. “I have to go by Dweezil’s to pick up my pay and
     I have a curse elimination appointment at a sorority house.” The more she thought about the latter, the more she wished she
     hadn’t answered the phone a half hour ago. She took the job in hopes that using some magick would dispel, pardon the pun,
     the last of her irritation from the night before. Plus she wouldn’t get dinged again since, in a sense, she was using her
     powers for good. She hoped the girls hadn’t used some sort of crazy spell to improve their grades or get dates for the next
     dance or she would be delivering them the lecture from hell. Literally.
    Krebs’ interest perked up. “Sorority house? Are we talking nubile sweet young things running around in crop tops and tiny
     shorts and maybe even less? The kind who’d just love to learn the finer art of sex from an experienced older man? Maybe I
     should go with you.”
    Jazz smirked. “You wish. Besides, at that age they’d see you as decrepit.”
    “Shall we compare birth certificates?”
    She flicked her fingers at him. A light shower of sparkles fluttered about his head like a swarm of multi-colored bees. “I
     think I can handle it. Considering the hysterical twit I talked to a few minutes ago, I’d say these girls’ shoe sizes are
     way higher than their IQs. She refused to give me specifics. Said I’d have to see it for myself, which worries me. She said
     this is an extreme emergency and begged me to come out today. I’d gather whatever is out there isn’t pleasant.”
    “Interesting. It’s an emergency, but you’re not going over there until after you see Dweezil.”
    “Her idea of an emergency and mine probably don’t mesh. And since she didn’t use the term life-threatening, I’m not going
     to worry.”
    She stared longingly at the coffee maker. She really should have gotten a cup before she sat down. A tired Jazz was a snarky
     Jazz. “Now do you understand why I can’t go grocery shopping today? And maybe you could stop at the store after your meeting?”
     She stared at him hopefully.
    Krebs got up and walked over to the coffee maker. He refilled his cup and filled another mug. He looked over his shoulder,
     cocking an eyebrow. “Try another one.”
    “But