Welcome to Stiversville.A small town in Appalachian West Virginia coal country. A quiet place in the middle of nowhere. Just far enough from the cities that the stars light up the sky at night. A place rich in history, if not much else. A focal point of magic and a hotbed of witches. The perfect place to stop for the night. Jamie Donavan rolled into Stiversville on fumes to find the only gas station closed. With his stomach as empty as his wallet, he was drawn like a moth to the warm, inviting lights of Dinah's Diner, also closed for the night. He only wanted a meal and a place to camp, but from his first glimpse of Gina, Dinah's daughter and current owner of the café, Jamie's life on the road was put on hold. Drawn into a web of haunted mines, missing children, spells, and curses, Jamie finds himself growing closer to Gina and at odds with the town's founding family. A solitary drifter is supposed to drift on through, but Gina and her cougar of an aunt, Eleanor, are enough reason to stick around for a while. Now if his head would stop throbbing and the town cop would stop hassling him, Jamie just might enjoy his stay.
Jamie, a young drifter, finds himself in rural Stiversville WV with a broken down motorcycle and a local cop being a giant bully until Gina intervenes. She runs the local diner which is steps away from being bought up by the cop's uncle, the richest guy in town.
Gina and he jump into bed fairly instantly and she takes him home to her aunt Eleanor, a witch. She discovers Jamie's mother had magically bound him up and no one knows why, least of all Jamie who has lost many of his childhood memories.
It becomes a battle between Rich Uncle and Gina and Eleanor with Jamie stuck in the middle. And if it was just about their magical battle and whatever it is that haunts the mine that claimed Gina's little sister years ago, this would have been a better read.
But a choice was made and that choice was to link magic with sex and therefore Jamie needs to sleep with just about every woman 'for the magic'. Which I could live with if Gina didn't constantly blow hot and cold about it and have tantrums over it. She ended up annoying me entirely. Or the whole I'm in Love in under 48 hours thing (Sorry, I'm not an insta-love person) and at the end of day, this just read like male sexual fantasy and mucked up what could have been a good gothic horror.
A fun read, reminiscent of the late night indie horror films I used to watch back in my late teens. It really took some unexpected turns. It reminded me of The Southern Vampire Mysteries (Harris) but with the witches of The Beauchamp Family series (de la Cruz), with a dash of the Tufa Novels (Bledsoe), but instead of Louisiana or New England, the backdrop for this story is the Appalachian Mountains, which are near and dear to my heart.