Big Girls Don't Scry (Miscellaneous Magic #1)(Misty Hollow Universe #2)(Paranormal Women's Midlife Fiction)

BIG GIRLS DON’T SCRY Misty Hollow #2 (Miscellaneous Magic) by J.R. RAIN & H.P. MALLORY Misty Hollow Series Mermaid Mayhem Big Girls Don’t Scry Gorgon Gone Wild Other Books by J.R. Rain VAMPIRE FOR HIRE Moon Dance Vampire Moon American Vampire Moon Child Christmas Moon (novella) Vampire Dawn Vampire Games Moon Island Moon River Vampire Sun Moon Dragon Moon Shadow Vampire Fire Midnight Moon Moon Angel Vampire Sire Moon Master Dead Moon Lost Moon Vampire Destiny Infinite Moon Vampire Empress Moon Elder Wicked Moon Winter Moon Sasquatch Moon Moon Blade Wild Moon Moon Magic Moon World Vampire Deep Moon Matador (coming soon) SAMANTHA MOON ADVENTURES Banshee Moon Moon Monster Moon Ripper Witch Moon Moon Goddess Moon Blaze Golem Moon Moon Maidens SAMANTHA MOON CASE FILES Moon Bayou Blood Moon Parallel Moon SAMANTHA MOON ORIGINS New Moon Rising Moon Mourning Haunted Moon Other Books by H.P. Mallory PARANORMAL WOMEN’S FICTION: Haven Hollow Midlife Spirits Misty Hollow Trailer Park Vampire Midlife Mermaid PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Witch & Warlock Vampire Esquire Ever Dark Academy FANTASY ROMANCE: Dark Destinies Gates of the Underworld Lily Harper Dulcie O’Neil PARANORMAL REVERSE HAREM: My Five Kings Happily Never After SCI-FI ROMANCE: The Alaskan Detective TRILOGIES: Crown Of Lies Dark Circus Chasing Demons Dungeon Raider Here to There Arctic Wolves Wolves of Valhalla Lucy Westenra Good Girls Don’t Scry Published by Rain Press Copyright © 2023 by J.R. Rain & H.P. Mallory All rights reserved. Ebook Edition, License Notes This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. 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 Epilogue Reading Sample: Dance With the Dead About J.R. Rain About H.P. Mallory Big Girls Don’t Scry Chapter One I was going to find the person who’d built this road and hex them into oblivion. I was of the belief that workmen who did shoddy jobs should be sentenced to at least a decade in one of the infernal realms, right alongside politicians and the heads of homeowners’ associations. I’d been trundling down the newly formed pathway to my latest assignment at a measly fifteen miles an hour for the last ten minutes. Any faster and I was liable to send my daughter’s head on a collision course with the roof of my grandfather’s beat-up pickup. Her high ponytail was brushing the upholstered ceiling with every dip in the road as it was. I was grateful to have the truck. Honestly, I was. And the pickup was a better all-terrain vehicle than my hand-me-down Le Mans. If I hadn’t connected with my long-lost family in the last year, I would have been forced to shell out for a rental for over a month, which wasn’t an expense I could afford at the moment. My grandfather’s only condition when he’d leant me the jalopy was that it come back in one piece. At this point, I wasn’t sure I could hold up my end of the bargain. Some of the potholes were deep enough to lose a wheel in, and the shocks had been worked to exhaustion about three miles in. I muttered a sulfurous curse when the truck jounced for the umpteenth time, throwing me against my seatbelt. I’d been flung against it so many times now that I’d probably have a blue-black stripe on my chest by this evening. No spaghetti straps for me, which was a damned shame because the temperature in this damned place was in a word: hot. The Louisiana heat had run its sticky hands through my hair at every stop along the way and would have given me a thoroughly unpleasant pat down if the truck’s wheezing air conditioner hadn’t been able to make up the difference. I wasn’t looking forward to living in this Hollow-in-progress for the next month and a half, with its substandard living conditions, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. I needed the cash, and the money I’d make from this job would cover me for at least a year. Not to mention the accolades that came with completing the magical infrastructure and defensive wards around a Hollow with only minimal assistance. “Wee!” my daughter trilled, pushing off the bench seat as we came free of a pothole to give herself more air. Her inky ponytail lifted off her slender neck and touched the ceiling before she settled back on the seat. Luna seemed delighted by the underwhelming road construction, which wasn’t surprising. She could turn almost anything into a game if she tried hard enough. It was one of the many things I loved about her. She’d inherited her sunny disposition from her father, a nahual (shapeshifter) I’d met while traveling for work almost a decade ago. As far as looks went, she mostly favored him, with her round face and long, straight nose. Her huge almond-shaped eyes flickered between hazel and the amber of her father’s jaguar form, depending on her mood. She’d be able to take on her tonal animal counterpart when she was older. I had to thank the Goddess that she couldn’t do it now. Her precocious use of magic had gotten us into enough trouble as it was. “Settle down, Mija. I don’t want you bumping your head.” “I second the motion,” Yasmine said, voice faint and nauseated. “Sit still, please.” My gray chinchilla familiar had wedged herself between Luna’s thighs to keep from being thrown around the truck like a furry sock in a tumbling dryer. She would have been better off stuffed into my suitcase, sliding around the bed of the pickup. At least then she would’ve been able to curl between my clothes to cushion the blows. Instead, she’d boarded the rollercoaster from hell, and Luna wasn’t going to let her off until we arrived at our destination.