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.
What’s a Demi-Demon to do when the Queen of all Witches decides you’re her new it girl?
I’m Linzie Hellborne. A black leather wearing half-demon/half-witch neither side of my DNA wants to claim. I guess that makes me the perfect candidate for a covert mission to Bumfuck Bayou. An armpit in the middle of the swamp where nefarious activities have caught the attention of the Goddess. Or at least that’s what the queen of all witches, the Baba Yaga, AKA Carol, believes after she and her buddy Roy Bermangoggleshitz ambushed me at my BFF Tabitha’s wedding.
My mission? Uncover the source of the shenanigans and report back. Tabitha warned dabbling with my dark side was dangerous. But I don’t know which is worse, heading to a swamp to trap an illegal blood ring, or that my cover requires that I wear pastels. Either way, I’m headed to Mosquitoville to catch a different kind of bloodsucker. Care to come along?
It's demi-demon, Linzie Hellborne's, wedding! Does it go off without a hitch? Bwahahahaha! Of course NOT! It wouldn't be a Salem Shenanigans tale if it did!
I’m Linzie Hellborne. Half-witch/half-demon, and most recently the local it girl for the Queen of all witches, a.k.a. the Baba Yaga. I’m her Salem connection when she needs a shenanigans stopper, like when she sent me to the swamp to stop an illegal witch-blood ring. That swamp was a trip and a half, but some good came out of it. His name? Daniel Saint. And we’re engaged!
The wedding is on the day of the Witch’s Star, a magical twenty-four hours where wishes can come true. So imagine my surprise when the Baba Yaga offers to officiate. If you think that raised an eyebrow, you’re right. Turns out there are more shenanigans at play, only this time it’s way personal. As in my mother and little sisters in danger, personal.
I’m leaving my wedding lace behind and donning my O.G. black leather to raise my demon side and search for my family in the darkest of places. With Daniel and the Baba Yaga riding shotgun, I’m loaded for bear… or vampire… or evil witch…
Care to join our posse?
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.
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.