Witch, humbug.

Forty and fabulous is my motto. It’s been twenty years since I escaped Whispering Willows and my humble beginnings.

Now I live in LA, working my dream job as head witch at a growing corporation, getting paid the big bucks to cast spells some might find morally questionable.

Life is perfect.

Until the night my boyfriend surprises me with a “romantic” getaway in the middle of nowhere, and I find a shovel and rope in his trunk. Romance is truly dead.

Worse, I somehow cast a curse upon myself. Now some stalker ghosts want to force me into my past, present, and future.

I have to return home, the only place I can get the answers I need.

All while dealing with a mother who hasn’t forgiven me for leaving and a childhood best friend who’s aged into a sexy werewolf.

Forget head witch, I’m going to be a dead witch unless I find a way to stop these ghosts from taking my soul, and any chance of redemption I may have along with it.