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Leaf of Faith
When she found the dead body, it ruined her day. What comes next could ruin her life.
Potion-witch-in-training Isabella Proctor is desperate for a normal life—her own apartment, a job that pays the bills, and maybe even a boyfriend. She’s determined to prove to her close-knit family that she can thrive in the non-magical world.
Finding her mentor dead is not helping her case. And things get worse when newly-arrived Detective Palmer starts treating her like she’s the prime suspect
Isabella has her magical hands full with a grandmother who’s seeing people who aren’t there, an apothecary on the brink of bankruptcy, and an overwhelmed police department that has almost as much experience solving murders as Isabella.
What will it take for Isabella to save the apothecary, catch the killer, and get her life back on track?
What in Carnation
Isabella Proctor has a new super power . . . finding dead bodies. What did she ever do to deserve this?
She’d like to trade this power in for something, anything else—talk to ants, mix the perfect mojito, anything other than finding her friends dead.
After her neighbor is murdered, her not-so-ordinary life takes a sharp turn into the weird—magic amulets, secret societies, deadly feuds, and talking cats.
Things go from bad to worse when another friend is murdered and she can’t go to Detective Palmer for help.
Can she capture a witch so much older and stronger than she is or will she become the next victim?
Romaine Calm
I’m the chosen one . . . wait—what??
Okay, not the chosen one, but I’m the newest member of the Sorority of Brigid, a group of witches tasked to keep other witches safe and secret.
At twenty-one, some days I don’t even feel up to defending my breakfast choices, never mind the witches of New Hampshire.
The Fraternity of Free Witches has a different plan. Of course they do. Was there ever a secret group that didn’t have a rival?
Rather than play nicely, they want to rule the world but I’m not about to let that happen. If they get their way, it’s going to be very bad for the ninety-nine percent of people who aren’t witches.
Now all I need is someone to teach me how to use my amulet before one of the fraternity manages to steal it.
Oh yeah, and figure out who murdered Palmer’s cousin without letting him know I was investigating.
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