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  Oops, I Hexed It Again (Hex Drive Book 2)

  Magic & Mayhem Universe

  Renee George

  Contents

  Foreword

  Blurb

  Acknowledgments

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  I Want Your Hex (Book 3) Chapter One Sneak Peek!

  About the Author

  Also by Renee George

  Foreword

  Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

  I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

  What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

  Well, let me explain…

  It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you…the results are hilarious!

  So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side-splitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!

  For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

  Copyright © 2019 by Renee George

  Oops, I Hexed it Again (Hex Drive Book 2)

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  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is coincidental.

  This book contains content that may not be suitable for young readers 17 and under.

  The Author of this Book has been granted permission by Robyn Peterman to use the copyrighted characters and/or worlds created by Robyn Peterman in this book. All copyright protection to the original characters and/or worlds of the Magic and Mayhem series is retained by Robyn Peterman.

  When your date with fate goes horribly wrong, it's time to practice safe hex.

  Witch Gigi Davis, the Bravo Team leader for the Rogue Magic Control Agency, has two rules in life. One, the job comes first. Always. Two, when it comes to romance, see rule one. She was almost dumb enough to break Rule #1 for magically delicious Monty Abadose who is, unfortunately, the Alpha Team leader for the RMCA.

  But, hey, what are the chances she’ll ever have to work with the magical Lothario again?

  Turns out the odds are not ever in her favor when it comes to Monty. Because her newest mission requires her and the sexy warlock to marry—as in oh-em-gee for-real nuptials—to go undercover and infiltrate a dangerous cult of witches and warlocks.

  Monty is a powerful warlock from a disgraced family, and of course, is the obvious choice to take down the Divinus Paradiso cult. Most people already believe the poisoned apple doesn’t fall far from the dark magic tree. With Gigi’s witchy talents for disguise and silence spells, it makes sense—at least to the RMCA’s higher-ups—to pair them up.

  It’s bad enough their lives, and the magic of all witches, depends on their success. But for Gigi, getting out alive isn’t nearly as difficult as surviving with her heart intact. It comes down to a choice: Let past heartbreak decide her fate… or take a chance on Monty and happily-ever-after?

  Acknowledgments

  I have to thank my favorite cookie and one of my besties in the universe Robyn Peterman for allowing me, once again, to play in her sandbox. This world has so many hilarious roads, and it allows for so much creative freedom! I adore you, darling!

  And, as always, I have to thank the other Robbin in my life, my sister. I love you to the moon and back times infinity plus plus plus.

  Next, I want to thank my readers and my rebels. Without you all, there would be no reason to write these stories. You rock!

  And lastly, thank you hot, black coffee and McDonald’s Diet Coke. I owe every word to both of you.

  Chapter One

  “Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.”

  —Joan Crawford

  * * *

  “Preach, sister!”

  —Gigi Wise

  You know how at the end of a movie when the guy is running toward the bus terminal or the woman is urging the taxi driver to get her to the airport, then they approach the ticket counter and beg for the love of true love to let them through because their soulmate is about to get away, then all of a sudden, their significant other shows up on the scene and they profess their undying love for one another and live happily ever after? Yeah, you know the scene I’m talking about. Whenever it happens, I throw up a little in my mouth.

  So, you can understand my nausea as I stood outside the Golden Fingers Massage at the Blue Moon Mall and watched a pimple-faced, balding warlock named Gary Warbler stand beneath the second floor of the mall, staring up at a thin, severe-looking woman with striking green eyes, yelling, “Razzy! Razzy, I love you. I love you, Pookie-wookie. Please don’t leave me.”

  “Oh, goddess,” I whispered as a surge of bitter bile burned the back of my throat. Gary was drawing a crowd. “This guy is pah-thet-ic.”

  The deep southern voice of Time Bomb, one of my team members, sounded over the com in my ear. “I think it’s downright romantic, Gigi. Are you certain you're not jealous?" Great, Time Bomb was one of the most violent bear shifters I'd ever met, and even he was a sucker for the rom-com ending. Blech.

  "Hah! Unlike some people," I replied, "I don't need anyone else to fulfill me."

  "That's right," Drag, a pink-haired witch with a talent for location spells and another member of my team, said through the link. She was originally from England, born there in 1942. Her English accent had lessened after spending forty-eight years in the states, but it still tinged certain words. "Batteries last longer."

  "That's not what I meant," I said, scowling.

  Montrose "Monty" Abadose, the leader of Alpha Team, and obviously too used to being the leader on most missions, came on the com. "Cut the chit-chat and tighten up." Monty had hair almost the color of red velvet cake, deep-set cornflower blue eyes, a straight, narrow nose, ending in a perfect little button, high cheekbones, and sensual bow lips. He was the prime example of a guy who was fun to look at, much like those puffed-up actors in lousy romance movies. Look, sure. But never, ever touch. Monty wouldn’t just break a girl’s heart. He’d incinerate her soul.

  "My team, my rules," I snarled. Drag and Time Bomb had trained under Monty, but they'd been assigned to me a year ago as part of the Rogue Magic Control Agency. The RMCA had been officially developed by the Council, which was made up of powerful witches who monitored our kind and punished those who used destructive black magic. And while Monty had been the first ever team leader, I had developed a formidable reputation within our ranks, which had earned me my own RCMA team. Unfortunately, the Council, in their overstepping wisdom, decided our current case needed more than three RMCA agents to take Gary alive. So, they sent Monty and his top witch and Shifter to give us an assist. The problem? I was the badass in charge, but Monty kept trying to take the lead. Jerk.

/>   "I'm in a great relationship," interrupted Brita Davis, a hex-witch and one of Monty's team members, "and I agree with Gigi. Those big gesture scenes are so cornball."

  "You didn't think that when I made the big gesture," said her husband, Cassel Connor aka Casanova or Cas for short, and one of Monty's enforcers.

  "I'm with Time Bomb and Cas. The gesture is romantic," Drag said.

  "Et tu, Drag?" I said.

  "Crowd control required," snapped Monty, his voice stern and strained. "You're up, Gigi."

  “I’m aware, Monty. I’m the one who set up the perimeter.” I scanned the area. The scent of greasy burgers and onion rings reached me as a group of teenagers strolled past, oblivious to the drama unfolding in the food court. When an elderly woman in a powder blue leisure suit stopped to stare at Gary for a little too long, I crossed my fingers at her and whispered, “Nothing to hear.” I closed my eyes and boosted my noise blocking spell.

  See, I could do my job and discuss the failings of romantic comedies all at the same time. “It’s a nonsensical idea that gives free license to greeting card companies and florists to profit off of some poor sap’s surge of hormones and brain chemicals,” I rebutted. "I mean, it’s all fun and games until snot and tears are running down your face while you snuggle a box of tissue and gorge yourself on salted caramel bonbons while trying to console your stupid ass because once again you’ve forgotten the golden rule: Love sucks.”

  “Goddess on a hot poker, Gigi. It’s been eight months,” Drag chided. “You really need to get over Doyle. Or at least put your feelings on hold until we take down Gary.”

  The guy Drag spoke of was Doyle Drake, a warlock I'd dated for two years until he left me for being "too intense" about my job. I would have dumped him for that comment alone if he hadn't already packed his bags.

  “I’m over Doyle,” I retorted, though I wasn’t over the bonbons. I moved forward toward the escalator, hoping that Razzy was enough to keep Gary from spotting us until we had him surrounded.

  While Razzy had a history of conning, racketeering, and ran a protection scam for local businesses, she wasn't the target of the witch council's elite squad. No, we weren’t here for Razzy.

  We were here for Gary.

  I shook my head. Poor fool.

  Suddenly, the fool in question grabbed wads of money out of his front cargo pockets. He threw tens and twenties up at Razzy, who had completely ignored him up to that point thanks to the magic my crew and I provided. “You can have it all, baby. Just take me back.”

  The hundreds of bills flying around, unfortunately, began to draw attention to the situation. Gary had robbed a bank and managed to leave the place in shambles. The money spread out all over the floor gave me a good idea of why he’d gone to the bank in the first place. Ah, the things people do for love. Morons.

  “Shit,” I whispered into my com. “This is going south fast. We should have just nabbed the little asshole when he got here.” We’d seen him entering through the JC Penny entrance at the same time as a gang of geriatric speed walkers. Monty had insisted that we wait until the speedy seniors were out of the way, but the old folks had stayed with him until the food court. I tapped my com and circled my finger at my team. “Drag, get ready to create a distraction. Nothing too explosive." I made eye contact with Time Bomb. He nodded, his eyebrow piercing glinting in the fluorescent lights. "Get ready to take down Gary."

  "Brit, help Time Bomb with magic back up," Monty said. "Cas, close up the gap on the other side."

  I rolled my eyes. "Okay. Let's do this. With extreme prejudice if necessary."

  “You know the drill, Gigi," Monty said. "No humans can know about magic. We have to take him without becoming the trending story on social media."

  “Hashtag witchesbetrippinatthemall,” Brit added. I glanced in her direction as she crossed her index and middle fingers on both hands before brushing back her crazy curls as the clip holding them down popped open. "Shoot."

  "No curses," Monty said.

  Brit had a reputation for hexes. Her magic ran so powerfully in that specialty that if she wasn't careful with her words, she could do some major damage on accident.

  "I'm not stupid or careless," she told him.

  A crowd started to form as the money was kicked even further out from the edges of my spell. I opened the com again. “If we don't nab Gary now, people are going to get hurt.”

  A bright red glow flared along the warlock's exposed skin. “I. Will. Not. Be. Ignored!” he roared. A fireball shot from Gary’s hands and collided with a soda fountain machine. Sticky Cola sprayed in a five-foot radius, dousing the flames.

  The inky darkness of Gary's black magic, as he geared up for another burst of destruction, made my skin crawl. “There's no way to hide this from the humans now,” I said. “There isn’t enough magic between us to keep this Armageddon shit under wraps.”

  “Agreed,” Monty said. “Move, move, move.” He moved with a grace and speed I hadn't expected in a warlock. I watched as he threw himself on top of Gary, just as the lovesick, dangerous dumbass fired off another shot in my direction. Thanks to Monty, the fiery blast went wide.

  "Get in there!" I yelled to Drag and Time Bomb. Drag, her hot-pink hair pulled back in a ponytail, pinned Gary's legs and Time Bomb grabbed his arms.

  Time Bomb's face reddened, fur sprouting along his skin and unable to stop the shift, as Gary's arms began to glow again. “It's too much, Gigi! We need the MAN!”

  Monty stood up and yelled, "The MAN, Gigi! Hurry!"

  I pulled an intricately designed iron bracelet from its protective pouch. It was full of magical knots and runes. The technical name for the gadget was Magic Animism Nullifier, or MAN. Because it took the power of one hundred witches chanting on a blue moon to create a single bracelet, each team only had one to carry, and I volunteered to be the designated transporter. It was a better alternative to the tattoos Monty's team once wore that not only nullified evil dude magic, but it also canceled their own. I held it up for Monty to see as I slipped my way to them. Problem was, as long as I was holding the MAN, skin to bracelet contact, my magic didn’t work either. Unfortunately, any gloves made of the same material would not null our magic but would block it from leaving the material. I was a guinea pig for the Council's gadget guys when they'd tried to develop a glove to prevent the MAN from affecting our teams, and a simple fire spell had burned the crap out of my palm as a result. Until they came up with a better option, it meant at least one agent would be vulnerable in a takedown. I much preferred that agent to be me than any other member of my team.

  “Ears are up!” I shouted. Meaning, everyone around us could now hear everything happening in the middle of this bustling shopping center.

  “Can’t be helped,” Monty said, as a fireball loosed from Gary's hand and whizzed up to the second floor. “Hurry!”

  Thanks to a dropped thirty-two-ounce soda, I slipped, and my feet went out from under me, landing me hard on the tiled floor. I cursed my wet ass as I scrambled past the ice and sticky wetness to where Time Bomb and Drag held down the perp.

  Brit grabbed the bracelet from me and dove for Gary, but not before the jackhole got off another blazing shot. The explosive magic slammed me to the ground, giving me a clear picture of what people meant when they said they'd gotten their bell rung. My ears felt like they'd been stuffed with cotton. I could barely hear anyone as I tried to get up to find my team. Unfortunately, something substantial had landed on top of me in the blast. I blinked, trying to clear the hazy fog from my vision, while I pushed at the object holding me down.

  "Help," I said with what little air I could force from my lungs.

  “You singed my goddess damned eyebrow, you stupid peckerhead!” I heard Drag shout.

  “I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you all!” Gary threatened.

  Time Bomb reached me about the same time that the object on top of me said, "You can thank me later." It was Monty, and he sounded about as good as I felt.

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  "I saved your life." His hoarse voice meant he'd probably breathed in some of the flames. He propped up on his elbows, easing his chest from mine, as he met my gaze. "Are you injured?"

  "Just my pride." Goddess. This close, even with the dark magic smudged on his cheek, and a little blood in the corner of his mouth, Monty Abadose looked dreadfully kissable. I licked my lips then looked away before I did something stupid. "Are you hurt?"

  "Some burns on my back. Nothing too deep. Nothing that won't heal."

  I glanced back up at him. "Then get off me."

  "I don't even get a thank you kiss?"

  Cheeky bugger, as Drag would say. "Sit and spin," I told him.

  He chuckled, and the sound felt as if it was stroking parts of my body that Monty Abadose had no cause to touch. "Not if I can help it," he said. He groaned as he went up on his knees. His burns must've been worse than he let on.

  Damn it. Now I felt like an ass. Monty had shielded me from a blast that could have burned my face off. Especially since I'd been holding the magic nullifier just a second before. I would have been toast without Monty's quick action. I scrambled to my feet and helped him up.

  "Thanks," I said. Monty didn't reply, so I wasn’t sure if he'd heard me or not, but I couldn't bring myself to say it again.

  When we reached the rest of the team, they'd flattened Gary to the ground like a wizard pancake. I put the hearing barrier back up. Razzy, who had watched the entire scene from the safety of the second floor, made her way down the escalator and was approaching us from an angle.