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Table of Contents Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Epilogue Robyn’s Book List THREE’S A CHARM MAGIC AND MAYHEM, BOOK SIX ROBYN PETERMAN WWW.ROBYNPETERMAN.COM Copyright © 2018 by Robyn Peterman All rights reserved. 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. Cover by Rebecca Poole of dreams2media Edited by Meg Weglarz Created with Vellum CONTENTS Books In This Series What Others Are Saying 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 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Epilogue Note From The Author Check Out The Magic and Mayhem Kindle World Excerpt How To Train A Witch Robyn’s Book List About Robyn Peterman B O O K S I N T H I S S E R I E S SWITCHING HOUR WITCH GLITCH A WITCH IN TIME MAGICALLY DELICIOUS A TALE OF TWO WITCHES THREE’S A CHARM W H A T O T H E R S A R E S A Y I N G “If Amy Schumer and Janet Evanovitch had a baby, it would be Robyn Peterman!” ~Dakota Cassidy USA Today Best Selling Author “Funny, fast-paced, and filled with laugh-out-loud dialogue. Robyn Peterman delivers a sidesplitting, sexy tale of powerful witches and magical delights. I devoured it in one sitting!” ~Ann Charles USA Today Bestselling Author of the Deadwood Humorous Mystery Series A C K N O W L E D G M E N T S The Magic and Mayhem Series is a delight to write. However, writing the story is only part of the journey to getting the book published. There are many people to thank and I’m a lucky girl to have such a talented and wonderful support system. Rebecca Poole—your covers are as brilliant as you are. Thank you. Meg Weglarz—your editing always makes me look better than I am. Thank you. Donna McDonald—a gal couldn’t ask for a tougher, brilliant and more awesome critique partner. Thank you. Wanda and Susan—you are the best-est beta readers in the world. Thank you. Wanda—you rock hard. Thank you, thank you and thank you again. My family—none of this would be worth it without you. Thank you for being mine. I adore you. D E D I C A T I O N For Stephanie. You have brought my warped imagination to life. I adore you. C H A P T E R O N E “WOULD YOU RATHER EAT A VAT OF SALAD DRESSING OR SIX ROLLS OF TOILET PAPER?” SASSY asked as she dusted off her broom in anticipation of our afternoon excursion. “Can I soak the toilet paper in water first?” Sassy tilted her head and considered the request. “Yes, that would be okay I suppose.” “What kind of salad dressing?” I inquired as I shoved my profane and socially unacceptable familiar off the sofa. The obese furry butthole had been sharpening his claws on my leather couch. My choices were to declaw him, de-hair him or shove his enormous kitty butt off of it. I went for the kindest of the three. He landed with a thud and a string of swear words that made me grin. “Miracle Whip,” Sassy answered. “That’s mayonnaise.” “Noooo, Zelda. The jar says salad dressing. Jars don’t lie,” she informed me. “Umm, okay… but when you say salad dressing, I think of French or Italian.” Sassy’s massive eye roll alerted me that something appalling was about to leave her mouth. She rarely disappointed. “Listen, little missy, we’re playing ‘Would You Rather’. I asked you if you would rather eat a vat of salad dressing or six rolls of toilet paper. I did not ask you if you wanted to eat a country. Countries are entirely too big to eat. Period.” “I said French or Italian,” I repeated. “I heard you,” she shot back, waving the bushy end of her broom at me. “French and Italian are full of people and cars and shopping malls. It would be impossible to eat them. The game has to be real. You feel me?”