Inheriting an old mansion from the father she never knew, Hazel entered the premises, expecting the smell of mildew from the building left vacant for 10 years. There was a musty dry smell but no dampness. It was very strange that she found no sign of magic anywhere. Her father had been declared legally dead – but no one really knew his fate. Looking around, she admitted she wasn’t here to discover his unknown past -- she had actually come here to begin searching for him. After forcing her way into what was evidently her father’s office space, she hadn’t really found any concrete answers. Instead, she was left with more questions. How had the man who owned a mundane surveillance company met her mother? From whom did Hazel inherit her strange set of magical talents? And what had really happened to her father?
Hazel arrived home late and was exhausted. She took time only to empty the cauldron that Hemlock, her cat and witch’s familiar, assisted by her hellhound Erebus, had filled with a potion they had been cackling over. She didn’t bother to ask what it was. She also missed the fact that a new shop sign across the street read ‘Salem’s Spell Solutions’, direct competition for her own business. Her great-uncle Constantine Salem was blatantly using magic to lure the customers into his new shop.
The Wormwood Coven, where Hazel was their high priestess, met in the Wormwood Forest. They were going to welcome the two new witches, but everyone was back-biting and sniping at the other, throwing hexes at each other! Hazel would have to settle this first before they could continue with the actual meeting. One of the women mentioned an article Hazel wrote on how to create a belladonna bottle curse, meant to its historical interest and not as a death curse for witches. She was still trying to introduce the new members – if everyone would quit giving their opinions on everything! At last, they were officially back to 13 members. It was too bad that by the next day, they’d be down to 12 again…
The next morning Detective Admiral was banging on Hazel’s door. Adelaide Hoy, one of Hazel’s coven, had been murdered! Salt circles and occult symbols at the crime scene meant he needed her help figuring out what supernatural thing caused her death. But Hazel told him she had argued with the victim the night before and probably should not help in this case. Regardless, he asked her to come along with him.
With one thing and the other coming her way, it’s difficult for Hazel to know who to trust. When she becomes the prime suspect, she needs to find out who is framing her for the murder! Is her great-uncle involved since he is suddenly in town? Is someone on the Witch Council after her? Will she find the real culprit before it is too late?
Great stories that will keep the reader on the edge of the seat from first page to last! There is so much going on here that the reader will need to take notes! Grab your copy and see if Hazel can get all of this craziness sorted out!