by: Jessica Clare
Series: Hex
Genre: Paranormal Romance/Romantic Comedy
Release Date: April 4, 2023
Publisher: Berkley
Enemies-to-lovers has never been more enchanting in this witchy romantic comedy.
Penny Roundtree wants nothing more than to be a familiar to a witch. She’s been a member of the Society of Familiars ever since she was old enough to join the Fam. There’s just a small problem—no one’s hiring. Witches and warlocks are so long-lived that there are far more familiars available than witches to train them. So when an unorthodox arrangement to apprentice under the table to a forbidden warlock presents itself, she takes it.
Willem Sauer is banned from having a familiar due to past transgressions, thereby limiting his magic-casting abilities. Unfortunately for the surly, Prussian warlock, he has no choice but to work with enthusiastic Penny as a familiar. They immediately clash like dried roan horsehair and honeycomb gathered by moonlight (it’s a terrible spell combination, ask anyone).
Casting spells has delightful perks Penny never could have dreamed of, but also greater dangers. Someone is targeting Penny. Willem and Penny must work together to catch their enemy, and if their ploy requires a little kissing on the side, who is to question the rules of magic?
PENNY
There's nothing better than a well-established routine.
I love knowing what to expect. I love everyone playing their individual part, and watching it all come together. Maybe that's me romanticizing even the mundane aspects of life, but the best kind of progress happens when the system works like a well-oiled machine. That's why I don't mind the weekly meeting of the Society of Familiars. Some people might find it boring, but I love it.
Well, most nights I love it. The current president of our society is . . . a bit difficult to listen to for long periods of time, if I'm being honest. I stifle a yawn as Derek Chapman bangs a gavel on the meeting table and then drones on. "Any other news to discuss before the society?"
It's silent.
"Anyone? Anyone?"
I glance out at the gathered audience. There are twenty people here tonight. There should be all fifty of our local members out there, but a lot of them lose faith and stop attending, or they come around just enough to renew their dues and then disappear again for another year. I'm doing my best to make coming to society meetings more fun, but sometimes it feels like an uphill battle since no one else is putting in effort. I don't blame them for feeling down about things. It's hard to keep being positive when year after year, there's no opportunity to apprentice. But I believe in positivity, and I'm sure our situation will change at some point. We just have to keep on.
"Anyone?" Derek drones out again.
Derek doesn't think he's part of the problem with the Fam, as we call the Society of Familiars. It's an ironic name, because none of us are actually familiars. We're the pool of candidates in waiting to become familiars. We're here because we have the bloodlines and the inclination, and we're just waiting for a witch or a warlock to come along with an opening for an apprentice. Until that glorious moment happens, all we have is the Fam.
And Derek isn't exactly a dynamic leader. He's dry and boring. He reads in a monotone from manuals instead of learning the information and speaking about it from the heart. He hyperfixates on tiny things about the society, like dues and attendance, and focuses less on the people themselves and what they bring to the group. As a result, our attendance numbers keep dwindling. You don't have to attend all the meetings to be in the society, of course, but as someone that loves to be part of the group, it's hard for me to watch everyone peel away under Derek's lead.
"This is your opportunity to speak up," Derek continues in the same colorless voice. He rubs his nose rather wetly, examines his fingers, and then peers out at the group. "Might I remind you that attendance and joyful participation will be considered by some warlocks and witches as a sign of enthusiasm."
Ugh. Please. There's a hierarchy to our group. Names are put on the list in order of how long we've been waiting and rarely get shuffled. The warlock or witch then pulls from the top candidates. It doesn't have anything to do with "joyful participation." That's just Derek being, well, Derek.
I raise my hand and bounce to my feet, clutching my notes. Time to save the day. "I just wanted to say to please remember to bring your cookies for next week's baking swap! All cookies, cupcakes, and brownies are welcome, but remember that if you use known allergens or rare spell components in your baking, to please label your goods accordingly." I glance around the room, smiling at everyone as warmly as I can. "I also wanted to get volunteers for the car-wash fundraiser for Abby this weekend, and a reminder that several of us are going out for drinks after this. Everyone is of course invited!"
"Thank you, Penny," Derek replies, his monotone drowning the shot of fun I just tried to inject. "Any other familiar business?"
No one speaks up. There's a polite cough in the back.
"Then I'd like to close the meeting-" Derek begins, lifting his gavel like he's a judge.
"Wait." Someone in the audience stands up. It's Cody, a good friend of mine. We're about the same age and in the same situation-as in, we're both from a long line of familiars, and yet we have no one to serve. "When are we opening up membership again?"
I look over at Derek, who frowns. "We're not."
In the audience, Cody looks unhappy with this bit of information. "Why not?"
Derek blinks. He's elderly, and for a moment, I wonder if he's forgotten where he's at, and my heart squeezes with pity. Poor old thing. But then he turns to me, a hint of confusion on his face. "Why not?"
I have to answer? I stammer for a moment, then try to frame it in as positive a light as possible. "Right now we're focusing on our existing members to give them the best opportunity for familiarship possible."
"So in other words, we're not letting in new people because it'd make things too competitive?" Cody crosses his arms, his pose challenging. "Doesn't that seem a little unfair?"
I look over at Derek, but he's still watching me, so I bite back a sigh of frustration and keep a bright smile on my face. I shouldn't be surprised that Derek is making me do part of his job. I kinda end up doing it anyhow. "Membership being open or closed is voted upon at the annual meeting. If everyone feels really strongly about opening up for new applicants, we can take a vote then. Or you can send a formal request to have it added to a future agenda-"
Cody waves a disgusted hand at me and sits back down.
Oh. Well then. I keep smiling and look over at Derek. I guess it'd be impolite to point out that not only did Derek propose that we close enrollment, but he's supposed to be the one enforcing it, not me. Then again, if he's having trouble remembering where he's at, I guess I shouldn't be surprised he's forgetting this, too.
Derek bangs the gavel. "Business concluded for this evening. See you all next week."
"Drinks at the Alehouse around the corner," I call out cheerily. At least now it's time for my favorite part of meeting nights. "We'd love to see you guys there!"
Despite my warm invitation, less than half the group migrates over to the Alehouse. I buy a few rounds of drinks to encourage people to stick around, and sip my amaretto sour as my friends talk about nothing in particular. Darcy is complaining about her job at a bookstore, and Megan just broke up with her boyfriend. Nathan asks if my job is hiring, but he always asks that. We’re never hiring for my part of the job, unfortunately. There’s a guy that works weekends at the front, but for spell component fulfillment? It’s just me. I get why he asks, though. Of all of us in the Society of Familiars, I’m the only one that has regular contact with any witches or warlocks. The rest of them just sit back and . . . wait.
I head for the bar once my drink is gone, ready to order another round. To my surprise, I run into Derek. He's sitting at the bar instead of with the rest of us, and I feel a twinge of pity. I put a hand on his back and tap it to let him know of my presence. "I didn't know you were here! Why didn't you join us?"
He waves an irritated hand at me. "No one wants to sit with an old man like me."
Oh dear. Derek's words are slurred. I frown at the cluster of empty beer glasses in front of him. "You're not old," I say cheerfully. "You're just distinguished."
"I'm seventy-eight." He leans over toward me. "And I never, not once, served a witch."
"Because you've made your life all about the Society of Familiars, right?" Derek moved here recently from out of state, and ever since, he's been determined to be involved in our local group. I'm thrilled that someone's showing interest other than me, but I just wish he were a more dynamic leader.
But Derek just shakes his head. "No one wants an old familiar. I'm never gonna get to serve." He peers over at me through beer-glazed eyes. "You're gonna age out soon, too."
That stings. Ouch. "I just turned thirty. There's plenty of time for me yet."
"Yes, but there's always someone younger," Derek says in a lofty voice. "You're like me. The society is gonna be your life." He nods sagely and then taps my arm. "Play your cards right and you can be where I am someday."
I smile politely and grab the tray of drinks from the bartender the moment he sets them on the bar, practically flinging down my tip. Somehow, I manage to keep smiling as I make my way over to the table again, even though Derek's words are ringing in my ears like a death knell.
The society is gonna be your life.
Do I even want that? I'm here because I want to learn witchcraft. I'm here because I want to serve as a familiar. I want to grow in my own power and live hundreds and hundreds of years, and I can do that only if a witch or warlock takes me under their wing and teaches me. But the problem is that because most witches are so long lived, they don't like swapping out apprentices. They don't like change. So anyone that apprentices can expect to be serving for a few decades at least before being taught to go out on their own.
Excerpted from What the Hex by Jessica Clare Copyright © 2023 by Jessica Clare. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
There's nothing better than a well-established routine.
I love knowing what to expect. I love everyone playing their individual part, and watching it all come together. Maybe that's me romanticizing even the mundane aspects of life, but the best kind of progress happens when the system works like a well-oiled machine. That's why I don't mind the weekly meeting of the Society of Familiars. Some people might find it boring, but I love it.
Well, most nights I love it. The current president of our society is . . . a bit difficult to listen to for long periods of time, if I'm being honest. I stifle a yawn as Derek Chapman bangs a gavel on the meeting table and then drones on. "Any other news to discuss before the society?"
It's silent.
"Anyone? Anyone?"
I glance out at the gathered audience. There are twenty people here tonight. There should be all fifty of our local members out there, but a lot of them lose faith and stop attending, or they come around just enough to renew their dues and then disappear again for another year. I'm doing my best to make coming to society meetings more fun, but sometimes it feels like an uphill battle since no one else is putting in effort. I don't blame them for feeling down about things. It's hard to keep being positive when year after year, there's no opportunity to apprentice. But I believe in positivity, and I'm sure our situation will change at some point. We just have to keep on.
"Anyone?" Derek drones out again.
Derek doesn't think he's part of the problem with the Fam, as we call the Society of Familiars. It's an ironic name, because none of us are actually familiars. We're the pool of candidates in waiting to become familiars. We're here because we have the bloodlines and the inclination, and we're just waiting for a witch or a warlock to come along with an opening for an apprentice. Until that glorious moment happens, all we have is the Fam.
And Derek isn't exactly a dynamic leader. He's dry and boring. He reads in a monotone from manuals instead of learning the information and speaking about it from the heart. He hyperfixates on tiny things about the society, like dues and attendance, and focuses less on the people themselves and what they bring to the group. As a result, our attendance numbers keep dwindling. You don't have to attend all the meetings to be in the society, of course, but as someone that loves to be part of the group, it's hard for me to watch everyone peel away under Derek's lead.
"This is your opportunity to speak up," Derek continues in the same colorless voice. He rubs his nose rather wetly, examines his fingers, and then peers out at the group. "Might I remind you that attendance and joyful participation will be considered by some warlocks and witches as a sign of enthusiasm."
Ugh. Please. There's a hierarchy to our group. Names are put on the list in order of how long we've been waiting and rarely get shuffled. The warlock or witch then pulls from the top candidates. It doesn't have anything to do with "joyful participation." That's just Derek being, well, Derek.
I raise my hand and bounce to my feet, clutching my notes. Time to save the day. "I just wanted to say to please remember to bring your cookies for next week's baking swap! All cookies, cupcakes, and brownies are welcome, but remember that if you use known allergens or rare spell components in your baking, to please label your goods accordingly." I glance around the room, smiling at everyone as warmly as I can. "I also wanted to get volunteers for the car-wash fundraiser for Abby this weekend, and a reminder that several of us are going out for drinks after this. Everyone is of course invited!"
"Thank you, Penny," Derek replies, his monotone drowning the shot of fun I just tried to inject. "Any other familiar business?"
No one speaks up. There's a polite cough in the back.
"Then I'd like to close the meeting-" Derek begins, lifting his gavel like he's a judge.
"Wait." Someone in the audience stands up. It's Cody, a good friend of mine. We're about the same age and in the same situation-as in, we're both from a long line of familiars, and yet we have no one to serve. "When are we opening up membership again?"
I look over at Derek, who frowns. "We're not."
In the audience, Cody looks unhappy with this bit of information. "Why not?"
Derek blinks. He's elderly, and for a moment, I wonder if he's forgotten where he's at, and my heart squeezes with pity. Poor old thing. But then he turns to me, a hint of confusion on his face. "Why not?"
I have to answer? I stammer for a moment, then try to frame it in as positive a light as possible. "Right now we're focusing on our existing members to give them the best opportunity for familiarship possible."
"So in other words, we're not letting in new people because it'd make things too competitive?" Cody crosses his arms, his pose challenging. "Doesn't that seem a little unfair?"
I look over at Derek, but he's still watching me, so I bite back a sigh of frustration and keep a bright smile on my face. I shouldn't be surprised that Derek is making me do part of his job. I kinda end up doing it anyhow. "Membership being open or closed is voted upon at the annual meeting. If everyone feels really strongly about opening up for new applicants, we can take a vote then. Or you can send a formal request to have it added to a future agenda-"
Cody waves a disgusted hand at me and sits back down.
Oh. Well then. I keep smiling and look over at Derek. I guess it'd be impolite to point out that not only did Derek propose that we close enrollment, but he's supposed to be the one enforcing it, not me. Then again, if he's having trouble remembering where he's at, I guess I shouldn't be surprised he's forgetting this, too.
Derek bangs the gavel. "Business concluded for this evening. See you all next week."
"Drinks at the Alehouse around the corner," I call out cheerily. At least now it's time for my favorite part of meeting nights. "We'd love to see you guys there!"
Despite my warm invitation, less than half the group migrates over to the Alehouse. I buy a few rounds of drinks to encourage people to stick around, and sip my amaretto sour as my friends talk about nothing in particular. Darcy is complaining about her job at a bookstore, and Megan just broke up with her boyfriend. Nathan asks if my job is hiring, but he always asks that. We’re never hiring for my part of the job, unfortunately. There’s a guy that works weekends at the front, but for spell component fulfillment? It’s just me. I get why he asks, though. Of all of us in the Society of Familiars, I’m the only one that has regular contact with any witches or warlocks. The rest of them just sit back and . . . wait.
I head for the bar once my drink is gone, ready to order another round. To my surprise, I run into Derek. He's sitting at the bar instead of with the rest of us, and I feel a twinge of pity. I put a hand on his back and tap it to let him know of my presence. "I didn't know you were here! Why didn't you join us?"
He waves an irritated hand at me. "No one wants to sit with an old man like me."
Oh dear. Derek's words are slurred. I frown at the cluster of empty beer glasses in front of him. "You're not old," I say cheerfully. "You're just distinguished."
"I'm seventy-eight." He leans over toward me. "And I never, not once, served a witch."
"Because you've made your life all about the Society of Familiars, right?" Derek moved here recently from out of state, and ever since, he's been determined to be involved in our local group. I'm thrilled that someone's showing interest other than me, but I just wish he were a more dynamic leader.
But Derek just shakes his head. "No one wants an old familiar. I'm never gonna get to serve." He peers over at me through beer-glazed eyes. "You're gonna age out soon, too."
That stings. Ouch. "I just turned thirty. There's plenty of time for me yet."
"Yes, but there's always someone younger," Derek says in a lofty voice. "You're like me. The society is gonna be your life." He nods sagely and then taps my arm. "Play your cards right and you can be where I am someday."
I smile politely and grab the tray of drinks from the bartender the moment he sets them on the bar, practically flinging down my tip. Somehow, I manage to keep smiling as I make my way over to the table again, even though Derek's words are ringing in my ears like a death knell.
The society is gonna be your life.
Do I even want that? I'm here because I want to learn witchcraft. I'm here because I want to serve as a familiar. I want to grow in my own power and live hundreds and hundreds of years, and I can do that only if a witch or warlock takes me under their wing and teaches me. But the problem is that because most witches are so long lived, they don't like swapping out apprentices. They don't like change. So anyone that apprentices can expect to be serving for a few decades at least before being taught to go out on their own.
Excerpted from What the Hex by Jessica Clare Copyright © 2023 by Jessica Clare. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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I love the excerpt. I added this book to my wish list. It sounds fun.
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