Some recipes call for sugar and spice. Ours calls for solving a murder...
My grandmother taught me that magic is like baking: it's all about intention. As a fire witch, I pour my heart into every loaf of bread, every comfort scone. Opening a bakery with my coven sisters was supposed to be the culmination of that dream—a place where our kitchen magic could shine.
But during renovations, we didn't just find asbestos; we found a skeleton clutching a scorched spellbook. A spellbook that hums with a power that recognizes my own, practically begging me to uncover its secrets. This wasn't just any skeleton; it was a kitchen witch, just like me, and she was murdered.
Now, with the help of my earth-witch and chaos-witch sisters, and our magically inclined cat, I have to follow a trail of decades-old crumbs. Between deciphering sentient recipes and dodging the town's charmingly frustrating fire marshal, I'm starting to realize that the most dangerous secrets are the ones hidden in plain sight.
Listen to this if you love: paranormal cozy mysteries; sweet, slow-burn romance; small-town with a secret; found family / ride-or-die coven; magical cat familiar; amateur sleuth; frumpy/sunshine; first book in a series; skeleton in the closet (literally!).
Step into Hartwood Hollow today, where the gossip is magical, the danger is delicious, and every mystery comes with a side of something sweet.