Witches in the Kitchen (paperback)

Up until a week ago, my only experience with magic came from the movies. Unfortunately, it didn’t stay that way.
A bout of insomnia leads to witnessing a scene that belongs in a vampire flick—only, the fangs looked way more realistic. One second, I was running for my life, and the next, I found myself choking on a hairball in the back of an SUV.
That’s right … a hairball. See, apparently my body was hiding a pretty big secret and I’m some kind of witch. One that turns into a cat when under duress.
Apparently, my choices are fight, flight, or … fur.
Overnight, I find myself thrust into a world of magic and mayhem beyond my most sleep-deprived delirium. Until the rogue vampire is captured, I’m placed into some kind of witch-ness protection program, and sent to live in a house full of actual monsters.
What’s the worst that could happen?
Hey, at least running for my life will help me squeeze in my cardio.