Page 3 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
“But it’s a reality TV show. . .”
He gives me a droll look.
“There’s nothing ‘real’ about reality TV—you know that, right?”
“I do now,” I mumble.
“Don’t worry, the network doesn’t want to change you a lot,” he reassures. “Just some highlights to your hair, a few personality tweaks, your name—”
“Not a lot, huh?” I scoff. “What’s wrong with my hair and name?”
I don’t bother asking about my personality—there’s a reason I’m single. I put the bitch in witch, and I like it that way.
“The network thinks you need a more. . . traditional witch name and look,” Preston begins, and I scowl.
There is nothing more traditional or witchy than my name. Evanora Porter was the name of Mother Shipton’s oldest daughter—the one that she gave her grimoire to. . . which is kind of eerie considering that I’m trying to get it back now. But, you know—magic and all that.
“And this new name would be. . .”
“Crystal Moon,” Preston supplies.
Ugh.
That’s not traditional, it’s Neo-pagan, at best. But, then again, that’s how humans view witchcraft.
“And the hair?” I ask, afraid to hear the answer.
“The network was thinking some colored streaks to complement your, er, hippie look.”
“Hippie?! They want me to be a hippy witch? Why can’t I be the bitchy witch?” I pout.
Preston’s melodic laughter sends a wave of tingles through me.
“That role is already taken by another contestant.”
“Lucky ho,” I gripe.
“More like ‘lucky bastard,’” he corrects.
The show’s witch bitch is a dude?
“I still don’t see what’s wrong with me how I am.” I go back to my original complaint.
“I agree, you’re absolutely gorgeous the way you are,” my ‘on-screen coach’ says with a wink, and my ovaries perk up.
It’s been a while since they’ve heard flirting and take it as an invitation to jump Preston’s boner—I mean bones.
“So, is all this a deal-breaker?” I wonder.
Preston shifts uncomfortably. “I’m afraid so, but the network will pay for everything.”
I hang my head in defeat.
I have to get that grimoire back—at any cost.
And, apparently, that cost is my dignity.
I fucking hate the Putnams.
