I thought I was normal, I really did, aside from the fact I had a penchant for naming the many facets of my personality. I was unlucky, I'll grant you, but other than that, just your average twenty-five year old virgin. Then my long dead ancestor turned up with a four-hundred year appetite, a passion for G-strings, and a scorching hot, male witch in tow. Throw in an unadulterated bitch of a familiar, three spirits baying for my blood, a six inch tall Geordie man, and my best friend Selina, and before you could say "bubble, bubble" I was strapped onto the front of the roller coaster of my life, heading straight to Hell in a hand basket. And the brakes were shot to pieces... _____________________________________ Lauren is a witch from the North East of England, where being normal is not the norm so no problem there Her problem is the three evil spirits trying to end her life and in the process, a four hundred year old curse placed on them by her ancestor. Mayhem ensues with the arrival of the ghost of her ancestor (who is eating her out of house and home ) and then her familiar, a bitch from Hell who loves football and beer. The last straw is the sexy male witch her ancestor has dragged along for the ride who blows hot and cold and drives her insane