A Bit of Hocus Pocus (Holidaze in Salem #1) Read Online Kelly Elliott

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Holidaze in Salem Series by Kelly Elliott
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Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
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“He said he can get in,” I snapped when she wouldn’t get the hell out of the way.

Smiling, she handed me the discharge papers. “Please call his doctor if he has any problems.”

I took the papers out of her hand and smiled. “Will do. Thank you!”

Lucas hit his head on the door and cursed as I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn’t get into a wreck on the way home.

Reaching into the car, I grabbed the seatbelt, pulled it across Lucas, and snapped it into the holder. Then I made the mistake of turning my head. Our faces were inches apart. Lucas’s eyes fell to my mouth, and I licked my lips on impulse before I went to get out of the car and hit my own head on the doorframe.

“Ouch!” I cried out.

“Are you okay?” Lucas asked, a slight hint of laughter in his voice.

I rubbed my head and smirked. “I’m fine. Hands in.”

After shutting the door, I walked around the back of the car and took in a few deep breaths. I would drug him with some painkillers, and he’d never remember it. Yes! That was the plan.

Slipping into the car, I smiled with my newfound courage. “Ready?”

He smiled back. “Ready.”

My hands twisted together as I paced back and forth in Lucas’s kitchen. That courage I found thirty minutes ago went right out the door when he informed me that he only needed a few Tylenol for the pain.

Now I was in his kitchen, supposedly to get water for the Tylenol while what I was really doing was freaking the hell out.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

I stopped and turned to face Lucas.

Ugh. Why did he look extra handsome today?

When I didn’t answer, he drew his brows down in concern. “Hollie, what is going on with you?”

Taking in a deep breath, I decided the best way to handle the problem was to just be honest.

Here goes nothing.

“Lucas, we have to talk.”

“Okay, about what?”

I exhaled. “Let’s get you that medicine and go sit in the living room where you’ll be comfortable.”

He agreed. After he took the Tylenol, we made our way back into the living room. Lucas carefully sat in the recliner, and I waited for him to get comfortable.

“You know, I don’t need you to stay here, Hollie. I can manage on my own. It’s just a couple of bruised ribs. I’ve got plenty of work I can do from home.”

Smiling, I nodded. “I know you don’t need me here. It’s not that. I have a confession to make.”

He raised his brows, and there was something in his eyes that almost looked…hopeful. I’d have to reflect on that later. Right now, I needed to sound like a crazy person and hope that he didn’t throw me out of his house.

“Lucas, you know my sister, Sarah, and my Aunt Lucy.”

Nodding, he said, “Of course, I do.”

“And you also know they practice witchcraft. Not the bad kind that’s fictional, but they’re very in touch with nature and intuition. Very focused on heavenly bodies like the moon and stars.”

The corner of his mouth tilted. “Yes, I’m aware of that. We have a number of people in Salem who practice witchcraft.”

“Well, for years, my aunt has told stories about how the gift of witchcraft has been passed down from generation to generation.”

“Even one of the women who was put to death in the Salem witch trials was an ancestor of your mom’s, right?”

I nodded and started to twist my hands together. “Yes, there has always been a girl in our family with the name Sarah. It’s a long story, but anyway, when I was little, I truly believed the stories Lucy would tell us. Then one day, it all kind of changed for reasons I wasn’t really ready to admit to until the last day or so.”

“Okay,” he said in a concerned voice. “Is this going somewhere, Hollie?”

“Yes,” I said as I placed my hands flat on my jeans. “I’m just going to say it. A couple nights ago, I got drunk with Kristin, and she talked me into putting a spell on you.”

Lucas jerked his head back and gave me a stunned look. “A spell? You put a spell on me?”

“Yes! And why is that song now playing in my head?” I said with a nervous laugh. “You know, ‘I put a spell on you, because you’re mine…’ Er…um…anyway, yes, I cast a spell on you. It was all in fun, though, because you see, I didn’t think I was a witch at the time, or I was in really deep denial. And we used Halloween decorations, for goodness’s sake.”

“Okay.”

“Anyway, the next morning, Sarah showed up claiming to have felt me use magick, and I, of course, laughed and brushed it off. Then she found out we—I mean, I—put a spell on you. It turns out, the spell I thought I was putting on you was not the spell I used, and because of some, um, complications, the spell went south.”



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