Most Wardwell witches are forces of nature. Mari is more of a natural disaster.
After losing her job, her boyfriend, and her apartment in one fell swoop, thirty-six-year-old journalist Marigold Wardwell finds herself doing the one thing she swore she'd never do: moving back to Duskboro, Vermont—the magical small town she fled at eighteen.
The thing about descending from a line of powerful witches is that everyone expects you to live up to the family name. Her mother can control the weather. Mari? She once tried to light a candle and set her own eyebrows on fire.
The plan is simple: survive the summer, and escape back to Boston by fall.
Except Wardwell Manor itself is unraveling. The protective wards are failing, the house is misbehaving, and the family grimoire—her only hope for fixing any of it—is missing.
When other grimoires start disappearing and strange anomalies plague Duskboro, Mari becomes a prime suspect. Everyone knows she’s the Wardwell who is terrible at magic. What better motive could someone have?
Alongside her dead grandmother’s judgemental talking cat, an elderly psychic aunt whose visions are becoming increasingly unreliable, and a cast of quirky locals (including the handsome mortician she’s trying not to notice), Mari must find the thief and save the town before Duskboro descends into disaster.
