Life’s a witch, and then you die.
Unless you’re me. 
One hundred forty years in, my body won’t quit. Sure, I’m slower than I used to be, and I can’t complete a simple task without setting off a chain reaction of pain in my joints. But my heart keeps on ticking.
Immortality is my curse. It’s also my greatest blessing.
I’ve lived long enough to see my daughter come back from the dead. But she’s not the only magical being to show up in Marshmallow. 
There’s trouble like our magical little town has never seen. 
I fear my coven of fledgling witches aren’t prepared for the battle ahead. I must rise to the challenge or risk losing my coven, my town, and my daughter for the second time.

Brianna didn't want anything to do with magic. That didn't stop her from transforming into a chicken.
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Nightmares come to life, leading the witches of Marshmallow to turn to Jen. Too bad her dream magic is anything but predictable. 

 I knew hot flashes were supposed to be hot, but I didn't expect flames.


One day I'm in anger management, normalizing the cordial hate between me and my husband.


The next, we're divorced, and he has taken both our house and the business we built together. I'm 40 years old and living above our empty restaurant, plotting my next move.


And then the world around starts lighting up - literally catching on fire. I'm starting to think my defining characteristic may not be my snark or my cupcake-baking prowess, but spontaneous combustion.


I'm done suppressing my anger. I'm done playing by other people's rules. Ready to take the reins on my destiny, I'm making the choices I used to be too afraid to make. Like my favorite cast iron skillet, women get better with age. And at 40, I know exactly who I am and what I want.


I'll embrace the fire and the fury. This is my life, and I'm in control.
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I’m a soldier without a war, fighting to feel anything but numb.
The MC is gone. I should have left with them, but I couldn’t.
Because she stayed.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been in love with my friend Shaundra. 
But I can never have her.
She chose my brother, not me. And shifters mate for life. 
I’ll never know the feel of her in my arms or the taste of her on my lips.
She’ll never accept me as the protector and provider for her and her kids. 
It doesn’t matter that it’s hopeless--I’ll never choose another.
I’ll never leave her.
Shaundra is my mate.

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