Go Hex Yourself

"Go Hex Yourself is one of those books: the ones you read even though you should be getting ready for work; the ones you cannot help telling your friends about; the ones that make you giggle out loud on the bus; the ones that are so addictively charming, engaging, cinematic, you just cross your fingers and hope someone will turn them into a movie. And that’s because Go Hex Yourself is a romantic masterpiece, and the sexiest, most bewitching take on enemies to lovers I’ve read in ages. I want to live in the worlds Jessica Clare creates, and I cannot wait for her next book."—Ali Hazelwood, New York Times bestselling author of The Love Hypothesis

"This whimsical witchy romcom absolutely sparkles with humour and charm. Its vibrant characters, unique magic system, and smoking hot romance will keep readers enthralled. I found myself compulsively turning pages, laughing and swooning all along the way. A spellbinding delight!"—India Holton, national bestselling author of *The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels

"In this breezy paranormal rom-com from bestseller Clare (*Holly Jolly Cowboy), an intense young woman trying to pay off family debts finds a job with unexpected erotic side benefits. Fans of Katie MacAlister and Annette Blair will be pleased."—Publishers Weekly

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Jessica Clare

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It's one hex of an attraction in this romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Jessica Clare.

When Reggie Johnson answers a job ad in the paper, she's astonished to find that she's not applying for work at her favorite card game, Spellcraft: The Magicking. Instead, she's applying to be an actual familiar of an actual witch. As in, real magic.

As a familiar to a centuries-old witch, Reggie gets a few perks. First, there's the spooky room and board. There's the ability to turn into a black cat and a bird's-eye view to a lot of magic rituals. And there's the pay, of course. If she's lucky, they'll even teach her a few spells.

All of this might be fun if it weren't for her boss's arrogant nephew Ben, who keeps giving her orders like he's in charge. He's rude, dismissive, arrogant, and thinks all familiars are there just to serve him-as if! So what if he's incredibly handsome and talented and keeps bailing her out of scrapes? So what if he's an expert at magic and can't seem to find a familiar that suits him to help him cast his spells? It doesn't mean she has to lend him a cough hand, does it?…

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It’s one hex of an attraction in this romantic comedy from New York Times bestselling author Jessica Clare.

When Reggie Johnson answers a job ad in the paper, she’s astonished to find that she’s not applying to work at her favorite card game, Spellcraft: The Magicking. Instead, she’s applying to be an actual familiar for an actual witch. As in, real magic.

The new job has a few perks - great room and board, excellent pay, and she's apprenticing to a powerful witch. Sure, the witch is a bit eccentric. And sure, there was that issue with the black cat Reggie would prefer to forget about. The biggest problem, however, is warlock Ben Magnus, her employer's nephew and the most arrogant, insufferable, maddening man to ever cast a spell.
 
Reggie absolutely hates him. He's handsome, but he's also bossy and irritating and orders her around. Ben's butt might look great in a crystal ball vision, but that's as far as it goes. But when someone with a vendetta targets the household, she finds herself working with Ben to break a deadly curse. Apparently, when they're not fighting like cats and dogs, things get downright...bewitching.

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1

 

REGGIE

 

When I pull up to the location of my job interview in Nick's borrowed car, my first thought is that I've made a mistake. I peer up at the ominous-looking building, a black-brick Victorian tucked among several more-brightly colored neighbors, and consult my phone again. No, this is the right place. After all, there's only one Hemlock Avenue in the city. With a worried look, I glance up at the building again, then find a place to park a few streets over that's not too close and not too far away. It's a corner store, and I check the parking lot lines to ensure that I'm perfectly within my space, and then repark when I'm not entirely satisfied with how close I am to the yellow line. It takes a little more time, but it's always better to be precise than to be sloppy.

 

Ten minutes later, I'm down the street with a freshly fed meter running, and I've got my CV in hand. Am I really going to interview at someone's house for an assistant job? I'm a little uneasy at that, but it's for a gaming company, and those sorts of people are notoriously quirky . . . I think. I check the address one more time before I move up the steps and ring the doorbell, smoothing my skirt with sweaty hands. Up close, the building seems a little more imposing, with dark burgundy curtains covering every single window and not letting in a peep of light. The stairs up to the door have an ornate black iron railing, and even the door knocker looks like something out of a horror movie, all vines and animal heads.

 

Someone has a goth fetish, clearly.

 

The door opens, and I'm startled to see a woman about my age in jeans and a T-shirt proclaiming her favorite baseball team. Her hair's pulled back into a bedraggled ponytail, and she's not wearing a stitch of makeup. She's also about twenty months pregnant, if the balloon under her shirt is any indication.

 

"You must be Regina," she exclaims with a warm smile, rubbing the bulge of her stomach. "Hey there! Come on in."

 

I'm horribly overdressed. I bite my lip as I step inside, painfully aware of the clack of my low-heeled pumps on the dark hardwood floors. I'm wearing a gray jacket over a white blouse and a gray pencil skirt, and I have to admit, the feeling that I'm in the wrong place keeps hitting me over and over again. I don't normally make these mistakes. I like for things to go perfectly. It's the control freak in me that needs that satisfaction. I researched what one wears to an assistant interview, so I don't know how I flubbed this so badly. I want to check the ad one more time, but after rereading it over and over for the last three days, I know what it says by heart.

 

SPELLCRAFT EXPERTISE WANTED

 

Assistant required. Excellent pay for familiar.

 

I mean, I've been a fan of the card game Spellcraft: The Magicking since I was a teenager. I have thousands of dollars of cards and even placed second in a local tournament once. Sure, I was playing an eight-year-old . . . but he had a good deck. Heck, I've even brought my favorite deck with me in my purse, in case they think I'm bluffing about my love for the Spellcraft game.

 

So am I qualified? Fuck yeah, I am. I can be an assistant to someone that works for the Spellcraft: The Magicking company. It's kinda my dream job. Well . . . my dream job is actually to work on the cards themselves, but I'm not experienced enough for that, so being an assistant would be the next best thing. But I'm smart, I'm reasonably educated, I'm good with spreadsheets, and I'm excessively, excessively organized.

 

(Some might say "obsessively," but I ignore haters.)

 

I smile at the pregnant woman, suspecting she's the one I talked to on the phone. "You're Lisa?"

 

"That's me!"

 

I hold out m…