Witches of Willowbark Cozy Mystery

The first hint that this magical town is teetering on the edge of supernatural disaster? The corpse in the cauldron.

Not attracting attention in Willowbark is a little hard to do when your inherited apothecary shop is brimming with magic, your cat might be a dragon, and someone just turned up dead in the middle of the Halloween festival . . . inside one of the decorative cauldrons. Festive, right?

Add in local witches, vampires with attitude problems, and a coven watching my every move, and yeah—blending in isn't exactly going well.

I'm Aurora Hart. Middle-aged apothecary. Occasional spellcaster. Reluctant untangler of magical messes. I came back to Willowbark thinking I'd heal some hearts, keep my head down, and maybe brew a few calming teas. Instead, I'm knee-deep in a murder, a centuries-old pact no one wants to talk about, and a broody stranger whose very presence seems to be ticking someone off in a very murdery way.

The town may look quaint, but don't let the cinnamon-sugar smiles fool you—magic here is hidden for a reason. And someone's willing to kill to bring it to light.