As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain: starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything.
I’ve spent the last year since my ex left me going through the motions. Get up. Work. Care for a grumpy teenager. Cook dinner. Go to bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
Nothing changes … Until it does.
After bidding on a box of old books at an estate auction, I’m experiencing changes.
And I’m not talking about menopause.
My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch.
Right now, I’m not sure who’s crazier—me, Linda, or the hottie professor.
If this is my new reality, it’s nature’s cruel midlife trick. I’m learning fast that Earth spells might be easy, but they aren’t cheap. All magic exacts a toll, and if I don’t master the elements, the elements will be the death of me.
Literally.
USA Today bestselling author Renee George writes paranormal mysteries and paranormal women’s fiction because she loves all things whodunit, paranormal, and fantastical. When she’s not writing about paranormal heroines over the age of forty, mystery-solving werecougars, or the adventures of a hapless psychic living among shapeshifters, she resides in Mid-Missouri with her family, dog, and two cats, and spends her nonwriting time doing really cool stuff … like watching TV and cleaning up dog poop.View all by Renee George
