"You taste like mine."

Serena is a witch.Well, almost...

If it wasn't for her badly behaved familiar she might have already ascended to full witch and finally gained the approval of the Head of the Council - her mother.

But the damn cat doesn't seem to want to play ball and it's getting to the point that the local river and a bag of rocks are looking like a swell idea.

For a warrior witch, the fact that her own familiar won't reveal his war form is making her look severely stupid, and Serena has had just about enough of stupid.

Good thing she has a glitter-witch/pixie/unidentified species as a best friend who has her own dragon as a familiar...and Serena is not jealous. Not at all.

With help from a highly intoxicated Grandma and an overly affectionate naked guy, Serena and Hayley fight against Sod's Law to finally achieve more than the title of 'Faulty West Coast Witch.'

This is a novel of roughly 70,000 words that includes lots of indecent flashing, coarse humour, and an irreverent witch that has the vocabulary of a big, burly truck driver. Foul language warning in three...two...one...

Author takes no responsibility for sudden cat appreciation societies, adoptions, and/or inane hilarity. Any relation to real life is totally accidental and should this occur, please send details (and photographic evidence) to author's email address;).

Please note that in this book a nickname is used for the MC's friend- Gypsy- in a lighthearted manner. In the UK the term Gypsy is used to refer to Irish travellers and is one that they use themselves as evidenced by television programmes they feature on.
it is not intended as a slur to Romainian travellers and in fact is not meant to reference them at all.
should this still be offensive to you then please use the contact form on the author website and we can certainly look at a solution to this.