They say you can't change the past. Apparently, they also forgot to mention how easy it is to accidentally get stuck there.



I was using my magic to track down my missing son, Tristan, when one wrong teleport sent my sisters and me careening into 1996 Seattle. Think grunge, frosted lip gloss, and dial-up internet slower than my mother's telekinesis. Oh, and our magic? Bound tighter than a scrunchie on prom night. But now that I'm here, maybe I can stop Tristan's disappearance before it ever happens. Sure, one wrong move could unravel everything I know, but what kind of mother would I be if I didn't try?



Then a CB radio (yes, like truckers use) connects us to other misplaced witches. Including Jesse, who has no business looking that good in flannel or making me forget I can't stay in this decade. Turns out someone chose 1996 as ground zero to destroy magic forever. And apparently, we're the only ones who can stop it.



Now I’m juggling a powerless coven, an inconvenient attraction to a man from the wrong era, and two impossible missions: save my boy from a future that hasn't happened yet, and save magic itself . . . all without Google, a cell phone, or a clue.