This is the stupid book that said that if you broke down on I-90 you wouldn’t be spotted for days.  Which is pretty much the stupidest thing I have read in a book in a long time.

It was easy to read,  even though I pretty much hated everything about it.  Except for the cat.  Because he was funny as shit.  And shit?  Can be damned funny.  Maybe I’ve been spending too much time with little boys.  He was like Salem from Sabrina, The Teenage Witch.  His assiness made me remember that I do kind of like cats.  Especially ones that talk.

The story was about magic.  About witch’s and spells and a woman being placed in a magical coma for 1,000 years.  Then waking up.  And coming into her powers.  Yada, yada, yada.

And, considering the title - there was very little kissing.  

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