Excerpt from FROG HOLLOW (Witches of Sanctuary Book#1)
Hell hath no fury compared to the satanic red bumps plaguing my body when I wake the next morning. Everything from my waist down has been taken captive by a local disease Google laughingly calls chiggers.
I’m not laughing. Not even a little bit.
I spend the first two hours of my day sitting in a blotchy pink tub of calamine, the second painting over the fifty-two bumps with nail polish, and then finally concocting a home remedy I found on a blog consisting of grease and salt before lathering it over my body like a paste.
By three o’clock, I finally stop wallowing across my mattress like a flea-infested dog and come to two very logical conclusions.
The first—never go gallivanting through high grass in a bikini.
The second—don’t assault your neighbors, because karma really is an itchy pain in your ass.
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A city girl dropped in the middle of the Appalachian mountains is bound to run into some trouble. Right? If only "chiggers" was the scariest thing waiting for Wilhelmina...
JANUARY 5, 2016
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