Since his big break-up, Billy’s become addicted to the thrill of the chase, leaving a trail of one-night stands and forgotten names behind him. The last thing he wants is to get snared in another relationship. But his latest hookup turns out to be no casual fling—more like a living nightmare.

 

He meets Nancy on a dating app, and though she’s an older woman, he decides to give it a shot. Must be something to all that stuff they say about cougars, after all. Knowing eyes, seductive smile, great figure, forthright, confident, well-to-do, and dynamite in the sack? Who could complain?

 

Okay, maybe she’s a bit eccentric, with her occultish trappings, but everyone’s got their quirks. It’s not like any of that stuff is real. Witches, spells, curses? Only the stuff of fairy-tales... right?

 

Wrong.

 

Very, very wrong. Some of that stuff is all too real, as Billy, to his detriment and sorrow, is about to learn. A woman scorned has got nothing on a witch scorned. He is in for some serious FAFO, because you should never mess around with...

 

DIRTY ROTTEN WITCHES