Chapter Book 9 Purrfectly F*cked

Prologue 1

Love never came from nothing. It had to begin somewhere. As a spark. An ember. A tiny jolt of recognition. Yes, this was true. It was something Uzzi knew down to his bones.

“Love always starts somewhere, eh, liebling?” Uzzi whispered to his dearly departed Betty, though he knew she would not answer him in so many words.

Ghosts communicated with the living every single day, but their messages were easy to miss. Not for Uzzi, of course, who was a Witch and the owner and operator of Uncle Uzzi’s Magical Matchmaking Service. He had talents and gifts humans, or normals as supes regularly referred to them, did not possess.

But just like normals, sometimes Uzzi had to wait for clarification. It was gray outside, and the afternoon air was downright chilly. But that was typical for January in New Jersey. New year did not mean new weather. Luckily for Uzzi Stregovich, he was indoors, where it was warm and cozy.