Switchcraft by P-HarpercollinsPubl

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Best friends since back in the day, Aggy and Nely are as different as two women could possibly be. Aggie's slim, stylish, and owns an upscale boutique and a long history of no-strings relationships. Nely has a busy baby, a metiche mother-in-law, and some extra post-pregnancy pounds she can't quite shed. And when they reconnect at a New Age spa, each friend finds herself wishing just a little that she had the other one's life.Big mistake!Thanks to the metaphysical meddling of a somewhat grumpy guru, Nely is now Aggie and Aggie is Nely—switching bodies, love lives, families, closets . . . everything! The grass may not be quite as green as it originally appeared. As luck has it, they'll be stuck this way until the next full moon! And with a husband, his very suspicious mama, a temperamental tot, a business on the brink of disaster, and a sort-of boyfriend—not to mention a sleazy stalker—thrown into the mix, Aggie and Nely suddenly find they're not just walking in each other's shoes . . . they're running!

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									Switchcraft
Author: Mary Castillo
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Best friends since back in the day, Aggy and Nely are as different as two women could possibly be.
Aggie's slim, stylish, and owns an upscale boutique and a long history of no-strings relationships. Nely
has a busy baby, a metiche mother-in-law, and some extra post-pregnancy pounds she can't quite shed.
And when they reconnect at a New Age spa, each friend finds herself wishing just a little that she had the
other one's life.Big mistake!Thanks to the metaphysical meddling of a somewhat grumpy guru, Nely is
now Aggie and Aggie is Nely—switching bodies, love lives, families, closets . . . everything! The grass
may not be quite as green as it originally appeared. As luck has it, they'll be stuck this way until the next
full moon! And with a husband, his very suspicious mama, a temperamental tot, a business on the brink
of disaster, and a sort-of boyfriend—not to mention a sleazy stalker—thrown into the mix, Aggie and Nely
suddenly find they're not just walking in each other's shoes . . . they're running!
Excerpt

Aggie Portrero never should've slept with the guy next to her.Not that he was just "some guy"; he was
Kevin. Her next door neighbor and only real male friend, and as such, they had exchanged honest
accounts of each other's exploits. In other words, if anyone knew better than to get in the sack with him,
that person should have been her.For three years Kevin listened to her vent about everything from PMS,
business, and the latest jerkoff she'd dated; while she helped him plot his exit strategies from numerous
relationships. They enjoyed the kind of intimacy old married couples had, but without the cumbersome
matrimonial ties. But now Aggie really screwed up by calling him up semidrunk last night and then
sleeping with him.Aggie unstuck her shriveled tongue from the roof of her mouth, wincing at the nasty
taste. Last night's multiple rounds of green tea martinis at Laurel had been the perfect tonic after another
depressing day at her ailing boutique. Sitting in the white and black bar, under a glass chandelier, she'd
been feeling chic and sophisticated with her dinner date.But then, without warning, she thought, I've gotta
call Mama tonight. All the air sucked out of the room as she remembered that she couldn't call her mama
tonight, or any other night for the rest of her life. While her dinner date seemed to go on mute, a full-
frontal assault of loss pelted her with the cold certainty that she couldn't take her mama to their weekly
Sunday brunch, or fight about the latest loser Mama opened her door to.Never again would she be
embarrassed when people made faces at Mama's signature, skunk-striped hair, or because she still lived
in that double wide in the Keystone Trailer Park next to the Bay Theatre. And she would never get
another chance to tell her mama "Love you," because the person she loved most in this world was
mowed down by an eighty-one-year-old pink-haired woman who had been startled by a backfire in the
parking lot of Wal-Mart.Last night had been one of those nights Aggie knew she wouldn't survive alone,
which was how Kevin ended up in her bed.The sheets whispered over Kevin as he turned, brushing his hot
skin against hers. She snuck a look at him, his hair glowing like antique gold against his dark surfer's
tan. Long lashes rested on the delicate skin under his eyes, hiding eyes that had seen it all and weren't
impressed. She raised her fingers, wanting to touch his plush lower lip. But she let it hover so as not to
wake him and give him the wrong idea.After her mama died, she didn't need a shrink to explain why she'd
decided it was time to grow up and settle down. It was a need that started out slowly, almost innocently,
when Nely, Aggie's best friend, took her hand, put it on her belly, and said, "The baby's moving."It was
one of those piss-in-your-pants moments, and after that, Aggie began noticing that the world seemed full
of pregnant women. And then one day she filled out a subscription card to Working Mother. She knew
she was in trouble when she caught herself walking through the doors of Babystyle, because that's when
her case of baby fever went from the sniffles to chronic.All she wanted was someone to love and to love
her back. Someone to belong to and who belonged to her.Aggie pulled the covers up to her nose in case
she started crying and Kevin woke up and tried to make her feel better. But she couldn't drag her gaze
away from him as she was hit with the senseless need to roll over and snuggle against his side.Before
she did anything else stupid, she snuck out of bed with the vague discomfort that...
Author Bio
Mary Castillo
Mary Castillo attenteded the University of Southern California, where she majored in History. During that
time she went on medical missions to Mexico (where she helped deliver a baby), and interned at L.A.
County Hospital. But when it was time to choose a career, Mary went back to her original love of
storytelling and began writing screenplays and novels. She has worked in public relations, advertising,
and as a reporter for the L.A. Times Community News. She lives in Orange County, California, with her
family.

								
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