Hoodoo Woman (Roxie Mathis Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

person, fine. If it means different people are right for you, for lack of a better term, at one point in your life and then not, well, that’s fine too. Doesn’t mean you didn’t love him enough or he didn’t love you enough. It just means it’s over.”
    I straightened so I could adjust my glasses and kill half my drink. What Daniel said made a lot of sense. It didn’t fit with old-fashioned ideas of romance and love, but it felt real to me. Resignation settled into my bones and my heart. We had a lot of work to do when Blake got back from Asheville. I was willing to do my best if he was, and we’d take it from there. That’s all we could do, either give it our best or decide it wasn’t worth the effort and say goodbye. I thought we were worth the effort. I had no idea if Blake did.

Chapter 6
     
    Madame Roxella’s Hoodoo Supplies was growing slowly but steadily since I hung out my shingle on the internet. Mardi Gras had given me an uptick in orders. Now it was back to several things a week, mostly candles and mojo bags. The little red spell bags had been a specialty of mine for years. I made them for all sorts of purposes now. Love, gambling, general success and good luck. The ones for luck and love were the most popular.
    Every once in a while I got an email asking for more personalized help. Somebody would want help that was tailored just for their needs, the kind of thing my teacher Rozella Kent used to set up altars for in her house to do sustained workings. A client might hire her for a spell to make a court case go their way. She’d set up everything needed and burn candles for however long she thought necessary, or however long the client was willing to pay. Such a traditional practice was something I’d always avoided but lately I’d been doing some things like that for locals. It wasn’t something I offered through my online store yet.
    I spent the morning pouring wax into candle molds, four and six inch altar candles in a rainbow of colors. I could have ordered the things wholesale but I’d always enjoyed making my own. Each batch of color meant for a different purpose, it was satisfying work to weave intention into the wax, simple spells meant to connect with the need of the person who burned them. I had to call everything a curio item, of course, but they worked. Well, as much as a buyer believed they would. Half of magic was intention, half was energy, and half was believing in the efficacy of the working. Rozella had taught me that. I remembered being contrary and pointing out that was three halves. She’d rightly told me to hush and get back to work.
    My workroom was set up in the large master bedroom of the trailer. I needed more room for my business than a place to sleep, so my bed was on the other end in the smaller space. Leaving the candles to cure, I cleaned up the big wooden work-table that had been a gift from Daniel when I started the business. Afterward I turned to the three small altars set up along the wall on the right side. One client had hired me to create a success spell as he started work on a new album. Another was a spell to help a client find a better job. The third was a love spell, something I was reluctant to work but the woman didn’t want to influence a particular man, she just wanted to bring love into her life. I used candles, herbs, and other items that corresponded with each intention and spent time at each altar every day for the duration of the working.
    Sometimes Stack showed up to act his role of supernatural assistant, sometimes he didn’t. Today there was no sign of him. I didn’t worry about it, just got down to business. For each case I’d written a personalized spell. I spent about fifteen minutes on each rite, the air in the room humming with magic. Once I finished with the last one I swept the room, both literally and metaphysically, to ground any stray energy and leave the room fresh for the next time.
    Next on my list of chores was some exciting