Witches of Gales Haven Complete Series Bundle

Second chances are as good as any spell, and she’s not passing this one up.

Gales Haven is a small town hidden from the rest of the world. For centuries, it’s been a refuge for those with magic. It’s where witches and wizards can let their eccentricities hang loose.

Years after leaving home, Marla is coming back with her tail tucked between her legs. Her two teenage children are sparking with their emerging powers, and as the only dud in a family of remarkable mages, she can’t help them.

When Marla returns, her family welcomes her with open arms. Her grandmother and three aunts are wild, loud-mouthed, and brazen. They’re also powerhouses not to be messed with. No matter what, family always has your back.

Finally, Marla is where she belongs. And when her first love is possibly interested in picking up where they left off, even when she disappeared without a forwarding address, well, Marla only wishes she came back sooner.

Even when the trouble starts, and the spell that has protected the town all these years goes on the fritz, there’s nowhere Marla would rather be. That is, until she starts hearing a little hedgehog sassing her, anyhow...

* Perfect Pending is a humorous Paranormal Women’s Fiction fantasy. If you love snarky stories with women so empowered they’re a force to be reckoned with, then you’ll love the Witches of Gales Haven series.

*Content suitable for mature audiences.

I guided my trusty decade-old Subaru Forester to the side of the road and slammed it into park, breathing heavily as a wave of anxiety rolled through me. I hadn’t been back home in nine years, not since Grandpa Oscar died.

I’d always realized my return would become inevitable one day. Even so, I wasn’t ready for it. Not yet. I’d wanted to come back stronger than ever, not fresh out of divorce court.

But with magic in my blood, there was nowhere else better to go. In truth, there was nowhere else at all to go, and I should have come back years earlier.

Sensing the curiosity of my children like the pricks of needles across my skin, I stared straight ahead.

“What are you doing?” Clyde asked from the back seat, where he’d pouted for a full half hour before he realized neither I nor his sister cared about the show he was putting on. He claimed it was his turn to ride shotgun; I was going to throw both of them out a window if they didn’t stop fighting over stupid stuff.

Of course, that wasn’t really true. My children were the reason I was coming back home now instead of when I was ready. I loved them with a fiery intensity I’d never imagined I’d feel for another human. That didn’t mean I always liked them. There were some decidedly annoying traits that my seventeen- and fifteen-year-olds embraced like the newest fad. Chief among them: bickering until I felt like running away and never looking back.

But then … I was already running.

“Mom?” Macy said. “Are you just gonna ignore us?”

If you’ll let me get away with it…

Clyde slid forward, jutting his head between the front seats. “Yeah, Mom, what’s going on? You yanked us out of school mid-term with some half-assed, bizarro excuse, barely gave us time to say bye to our friends, drove like a nutter all the way here, and now you’re going to just … stop?”

Macy looked out the window. “Where are we, anyway?”

“I told you,” I mumbled distractedly. “This is where I grew up. In Gales Haven.”

“This is where you grew up?” Clyde snickered. “Out in the middle of nowhere on the side of a crappy road? That explains a lot.”

I rolled my eyes. I did that often. At the tender age of forty-four, I found less and less reason to hold back. If I thought it, it was likely to slip past my lips. I used unholy amounts of willpower not to unleash a barrage of colorful euphemisms in front of my kids, or to tell them exactly how I felt about some of their more bothersome behaviors.

“Obviously I didn’t grow up in the middle of a freaking road, Clyde,” I grumbled while congratulating myself on the last-second substitution. “Gales Haven is just beyond the bend.”
Clyde leaned further forward to peer through the windshield, and Macy all but pressed her face against it, straining to get a glimpse of our new hometown.

My breath hitched in my chest while I waited.

If they didn’t see the shimmer, we were screwed. I’d have to figure out how to train Macy to use her magic all on my own, and being the weakest of the witches in my family, that didn’t bode well for any of us. And when Clyde started erupting with flashes of power as his sister already was … well, I had no idea how to handle a teenage boy most of the time. Add magic to the equation and we were doubly screwed. I needed my aunts and Nan to help us out. They were the real magic experts. I had just enough magic to live in Gales Haven.

With each second that passed, my heart sank a little further. I didn’t have a plan B. This was it. If Macy and Clyde didn’t both see the shimmer in the air that concealed the boundaries of the town, we couldn’t enter.

The town of Gales Haven was composed entirely of magic users, many with a wild streak and a flair for the dramatic. Not many rules governed the town; there were too many rule-breakers to make it practical. But there were a few fundamental, unbreakable ones. Among them:

Only people with magic could see the town.

And only people with magic could enter it.

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