Well, let Robyn Peterman... creator and author, par excellence... explain in her own words:
"It’s basically fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you…the results are hilarious! Blast off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe. Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!"
What’s a bar-owning witch to do when a ghost with a grudge starts messing with her happy? Not to mention, messing with the love of her life over an ancestor everyone hates. She calls on her half-demon BFF, and a secret weapon she didn’t know she had—The Baba Yaga, a.k.a. the most powerful witch in the world.
Tabitha Morgan is in for the fight of her life…well, for the life of her fiancée, when he’s taken over and taken hostage by a hostile witch ghost. History runs amok in this sorcerer’s suspense, set in the witchiest place on earth and the home of the magical pokey. Take a ride in a hail of purple smoke and rainbow sparkles, and the worst fashion sense since disco fever died, and see how this ragtag group works magic they didn’t know they had to save the day.
Released from the magic pokey and paroled with limited power is enough to make any witch grumpy. However, if you throw in a recently resurrected cat, a lime-green Kia and a sexy egotistical werewolf,
it’s enough to make a gal fly off the edge.
Not to mention a mission…with no freaking directions.
So here I sit in Asscrack, West Virginia trying to figure out how to complete my mysterious mission before All Hallows Eve when I’ll get turned into a mortal. The animals in the area are convinced I’m the Shifter Whisperer (whatever the hell that is) and the hotter-than- asphalt-in-August werewolf thinks I’m his mate. Now apparently I’m slated to save a bunch of hairy freaks of nature?
If they think I’m the right witch for the job, they’ve swallowed some bad brew.
Me: “Isn’t that Robyn Peterman?”
Friend: “Haven’t you two met?”
Me: “Not yet.”
Friend: “She’s fabulous and crazy and a bit of a potty mouth, but SO approachable.”
Me grinning: “I think I found my new best bud…”
Of course, that didn’t sound quite as stalkerish in my head as when I said it. Truth be told, Robyn and I didn’t get to know each other until last summer, when I found myself on an author panel with her, Shannon Mayer and Debra Dunbar. Can we talk insecurities? Anyhow, Robyn was grace personified, and when I joked I’d give a kidney to write in her universe, she called my bluff. Not about the kidney, but about writing in her MMU! I was grateful and cool as I accepted but fangirled on the inside like a teenager.