Spells and Slip-Ups by Annie Anderson – Book Blitz + Giveaway

Spells and Slip-ups

Annie Anderson

(The Wrong Witch, #1)

Publication date: July 5th 2022

Adult, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy

I suck at witchcraft.

Coming from a long line of famous witches, I should be at the top of the
heap. Problem is, if there is a spell cast anywhere in my vicinity, I will
somehow mess it up. As a probationary agent with the Arcane Bureau of
Investigation, I have two choices: I can limp along and maybe pass
myself off as a competent agent, or I can fail. Miserably.

Worse news? If I can’t get my act together, I may not only be out of a job,
I could also lose my life.

Whose idea was this again?

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“Get out,” he barked, crossing his beefy arms over his substantial belly.
“Ain’t no way I’m gonna let a Bannister tromp all over my shop. Who knows what
you’ll break?”

Not that half the shit in this hovel wasn’t broken already, but still, tears
prickled at my eyes. Gritting my teeth against the sting, I managed to stand
my ground. This wasn’t the first time I’d been kicked out of a witch shop, and
given my history, it wouldn’t be the last.

“Please,” I begged, reaching inside my bag for the wad of cash. Ellie and I
had planned on moving in together after college, but here we were two years
post-graduation, with no apartment in sight. Unearthing the fistful of bills,
I held them in front of me to ward off my ousting. “I can pay.”

His gaze snagged on the money in my hand, and he licked his chops. By the
looks of this place, Mr. Jones hadn’t seen a paying customer in longer than
I’d been alive. “What? You stub your toe or somethin’? I ain’t wasting my time
on no silly girl with a hangnail.”

Don’t back talk the healer, Wren. Don’t do it.

“It’s not for me, you judgmental ass. It’s for my best friend’s mom. Do you
really think I’d be tromping through here looking for you if it was something
I could fix with a nail clipper and a manicurist? I’m liable to get tetanus in
this heap.” Gnashing my teeth, I took a deep breath, doing my damnedest to not
start screaming. “It’s systemic organ failure. Can you fix that?”

Carmichael narrowed his eyes. “Your friend’s mom. Not your mom?” A slow smile
pulled across his lips, exposing yellowed teeth and a fair amount of tooth
decay. “You have my interest. What class is your friend’s mother? She a witch
like you or…”

This was the sticking point. If I couldn’t get him to agree, Alice had no
hope. It wasn’t like I could bribe my way into my mother’s good graces or beg
my father.

“Human,” I breathed, praying he wouldn’t make a fuss.

He simply blinked at me for a solid thirty seconds. “I’m sorry—what was that?”

Stomping through the piles of junk, I slapped the money on the counter before
reaching into my bag for the second roll of bills. It was my entire savings.
Everything I’d squirreled away to set myself up. It wasn’t just an apartment I
was getting. It was a chance.

But it meant nothing if Alice wasn’t breathing.

“She’s human,” I hissed. “Are you gonna help me or not?” The bank teller had
audibly squawked when I’d pulled every dime from my account, her face purpling
when I’d asked for it in cash.

Carmichael reached for the bills, but I slapped his hand before he could get
within an inch. “Are you helping, or am I going to have to go down to the
River Walk and deal with them?”

The “them” in question were the Fae, and I had no intention of dealing with
that sort at all. Ever. Making deals with fairies was tantamount to jumping
off a cliff with piranhas, sharks, and razor-sharp rocks at the bottom. Anyone
who had ever made a fairy deal regretted it, and I wouldn’t be making the same

Luckily, my poker face was top-notch—otherwise Carmichael would have seen
right through my bluff.

“What you’re asking for is illegal, you know.”

Author Bio:

Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran.
Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has
lived all over the US and abroad. As soon as the military stops moving her
family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a
nomad with her husband, two daughters, an old man of a dog, and a young pup
that makes life… interesting.

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