By Charlotte Abel
About the book:
While other girls are wearing push-up bras, Channie Belks is trying to hide the fact she's a witch.
Sorta hard to do after her parents slap a chastity curse on her for flirting with "dirty-minded, non-magical, city-boys." She can't even walk by a hot guy without zapping him.
There's a way to break the curse; but one mistake could kill her. It's not worth the risk ... until she meets Josh.
Suddenly, the threat of death isn't such a deal-breaker.
Channie tossed her blanket back in her room, scampered down the fake, but convenient, rocks on the front of the house and opened the side garage door to get her bike. She changed her mind about going to 7-Eleven when she heard male voices coming from the park next door. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, but they sounded friendly enough. She put her bike back in the garage and followed the crushed gravel path that led from her front yard into Heritage Park. The three-quarter moon peeked out from behind a cloud and revealed two masculine silhouettes. The boys were inside the pavilion, sitting on top of a picnic table. One of them was smoking a cigarette. When Channie stepped out of the shadows, he elbowed the other boy. They stopped talking and stared at her. She froze, unsure of how to proceed without Enchantment’s natural charm. A wave of lust from the boys jolted her new power-name out of hibernation. A prickly sensation, like cockleburs, ran under her skin. But at least she could read the boy’s energy fields now. Curiosity mixed with a fair amount of lust, nothing unusual about that.
Channie had assumed that her new power-name would repel boys, or make them repulsive to her. Instead, Chastity’s magic was attracted to their lustful energy and grew stronger as it fed off their carnal desires. Momma and Daddy must have messed up the spell when they changed her name. She said, “Hey guys,” then coughed and fanned the air, frowning at Cigarette Boy. He tossed the nasty thing onto the ground and snuffed it out with the toe of his canvas shoe. The skinny, non-smoking boy smiled at her and said, “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?” Channie licked her dry lips and nodded. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t shy. Or was she? She didn’t know who she was without Enchantment’s magic. Cigarette Boy leaned towards her and ran his gaze up and down her body. The level of lust in the air doubled and flowed into Chastity’s power-well. He smirked at her and said, “What’s the matter, can’t you talk?” Channie started to take a step back, but didn’t want him to think she was easily intimidated. She was fairly certain she could tap into Chastity’s power to defend herself if he proved dangerous, but she didn’t want to test that theory without a little more practice. So, she projected a level of confidence she did not feel and said, “I can talk just fine. When I have something to say.”