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Witchery
By RITA® Award-Winning NY TIMES and USA TODAY bestseller MAGGIE SHAYNE
Four short paranormal romance novels plus several authentic witch spells to fill those chilly autumn nights.<
EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS MAGIC
Hilarious paranormal rom-com!
The prophecy is clear...
Aurora’s 3 aunts are convinced neighbor boy Nathan is the chosen one, destined for their niece.
There's just one catch...
He must remain a virgin until he and Aurora consummate their love. And that’s going to take some time, since the two must first grow up, and then get over the fact that they don’t even like each other.
SPELLBOUND
Paranormal romantic thriller!
From the first time she touches Alex, she knows...
Melissa's attraction to her new boss is immediate and irresistible. But so is her sense that he's fighting an otherworldly battle and needs her help to survive.
Her dreams never lie...
In them, a man who looks like Alex murders a woman who looks a lot like Melissa. To help him means putting herself in danger. To turn away puts his very soul at risk.
MAGIC BY MOONLIGHT
Paranormal rom-com page-turner!
She's never believed in magic...
But when MC lands on a killer’s hit list, she’s forced to take refuge with her aunt, who considers herself a witch.
She isn’t supposed to touch the Book of Shadows…
But she can’t seem to stop herself from leafing through the time-worn pages. The ancient protection spells are amusing.
For kicks, she reads one aloud…
And a strong, handsome, very confused hero steps right out of history and into her aunt’s living room.
WITCH MOON
Chilling paranormal romantic suspense!
Being a Witch in a small town is hard...
Being a Witch and a high school teacher is even harder.
But when horrible crimes with “occult” trappings begin happening in Ezra Township, things get dangerous. And when one of Mirabella’s teenage students dies, a modern-day Witch hunt begins.
BONUS CONTENT
Along with this 4-tale anthology you’ll get a special treat—actual spells from Maggie Shayne’s personal Book of Shadows!
Four short paranormal romance novels plus several authentic witch spells to fill those chilly autumn nights.<
EVERYTHING SHE DOES IS MAGIC
Hilarious paranormal rom-com!
The prophecy is clear...
Aurora’s 3 aunts are convinced neighbor boy Nathan is the chosen one, destined for their niece.
There's just one catch...
He must remain a virgin until he and Aurora consummate their love. And that’s going to take some time, since the two must first grow up, and then get over the fact that they don’t even like each other.
SPELLBOUND
Paranormal romantic thriller!
From the first time she touches Alex, she knows...
Melissa's attraction to her new boss is immediate and irresistible. But so is her sense that he's fighting an otherworldly battle and needs her help to survive.
Her dreams never lie...
In them, a man who looks like Alex murders a woman who looks a lot like Melissa. To help him means putting herself in danger. To turn away puts his very soul at risk.
MAGIC BY MOONLIGHT
Paranormal rom-com page-turner!
She's never believed in magic...
But when MC lands on a killer’s hit list, she’s forced to take refuge with her aunt, who considers herself a witch.
She isn’t supposed to touch the Book of Shadows…
But she can’t seem to stop herself from leafing through the time-worn pages. The ancient protection spells are amusing.
For kicks, she reads one aloud…
And a strong, handsome, very confused hero steps right out of history and into her aunt’s living room.
WITCH MOON
Chilling paranormal romantic suspense!
Being a Witch in a small town is hard...
Being a Witch and a high school teacher is even harder.
But when horrible crimes with “occult” trappings begin happening in Ezra Township, things get dangerous. And when one of Mirabella’s teenage students dies, a modern-day Witch hunt begins.
BONUS CONTENT
Along with this 4-tale anthology you’ll get a special treat—actual spells from Maggie Shayne’s personal Book of Shadows!
447 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 26, 2023
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About the author
Maggie Shayne
258 books2,575 followersI live in the teeny, tiny town of Taylor, NY, (Alliteration Alert!) though my mailing address is Cincinnatus, my telephone exchange is Truxton and I pay taxes and vote in Cuyler. All of these are at least in the same rural county in the southern hills of New York State; Cortland County. There are more cattle than people here. The nearest “big” cities are Syracuse and Binghamton and they are an hour away, in different directions, and not really all that big by most standards, though they both seem humongous to me. I look out my window to see rolling, green, thickly forested hills, wildflower laden meadows and wide open blue, blue skies. My road is barely paved. The nearest neighboring place is a 700 acre dairy farm.
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first, particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached bathroom!)
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the rumors are true, he is much younger than I
My house is a big, century old farmhouse. I moved in here after my divorce in 2006. Just a little over a year later, the house, which I had named, SERENITY, burned. It was 99% gutted, and I lost my two dogs, Sally, an 11-year-old great Dane, and Wrinkles, my 14-year-old, blind bulldog. This was the culmination of my Dark Night of the soul, which had seemed to hit me all at once in 2006-2007. My mother died that year, after a 14 month battle with pancreatic cancer. She was only 60. The youngest of my five daughters had left home that same year, and while that’s not a tragedy at all, it felt like one to me. Then came the divorce. And finally there was the fire--it seemed my darkest night wasn’t quite finished with me after all. I had lost almost everything before that point, and as I poked through the wet ashes and soot the next day, I realized that I had now been stripped all the way to the bone.
No better time to start over. (And no, I didn’t come to that realization that day--there were a few days of wallowing in pity first, particularly the day after the fire, when I hit a deer and smashed up my car, which I was practically living in!)
That’s when I started to laugh. Just sat on the side of the road as the deer bounded, uninjured and carefree, out of sight, and laughed. It was just too ridiculous at that point, to do anything else!
And from there, I picked myself up, and brushed myself off, and said, okay, there’s only one way to go from here. Forward. And that’s what I did. There I was at the age of harrurmphemmph, living in my one, mostly undamaged remaining room, with a dorm-sized mini-fridge, a futon, a TV, my cat (nine lives!) and a laptop. And not much else. (Though thank goodness the room that survived the fire, was a room that had its own attached bathroom!)
Since then I have rebuilt my beloved home, which really has become my haven, my “Serenity.” I share it now with my fiancé, Lance, and we have accumulated quite the little family together. “Little” being a relative term. We have a pair of English Mastiffs, Dozer and Daisy, who weigh 203 pounds and 208 pounds respectively, and a little pudgy English Bulldog named Niblet, who is bigger than both of them, inside her mind. We also have the aforementioned cat, Glorificus (“Glory” for short,) who adores her canine pups and keeps them firmly in line. And we've acquired a pair of stray cats as well, a mother and son, Luna (Lulu for short) and Butters aka Buddy. Lulu showed up pregnant during a lunar eclipse, had a litter, and vanished again. We found homes for all the kittens except one. Butters. We got him fixed and kept him. A few months later, Lulu returned, again expecting. This litter was born on the "Monster Moon." Again, all the kittens were spayed and neutered and placed in homes, and this time we got Lulu to the vet in time to spay her before the cycle could repeat.
Glory is not amused.
She has a story of her own, my old Glory cat, having been with me before the Dark Times descended, she went through it all with me, moved with me, survived the fire, and remains with me still. She's tolerating the newcomers. Barely.
My partner is an artist, a mechanic, a welder and an inventor, and the rumors are true, he is much younger than I
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