Sourdough Troubles

A warlock with a sinister contract.

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A spreading blight.

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A forbidden shifter I can’t seem to stay away from.

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All three ignite when the gypsy wagons of the Carnival Cauchemar roll into town. You’d think I’d be exempt from more hexes and hijinks, what with me hiding away and minding my own business on my cider farm, but apparently not.

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When I anger the curse leeching off my family’s spell book, I’m forced to leave my refuge for countermeasures just in time to be sucked into an underground of shady deals, endangered friends, maybe one or two opportunities for stolen kisses with a certain lumbersnack shifter, and a creature most terrifying: a warlock.

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It seems I’ve spirited a cursed spell book away to an even more cursed town, and if the stakes weren’t grave before, they certainly are now. Something’s affecting my magic, and if Sawyer, the Crafting Circle, and I don’t figure it out soon, I can say goodbye to lazy afternoon naps and Thursday night cocktails. Permanently.

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The answers to all our questions—including the truth about the grimoire curse—lead us into the heart of an old forest, the one place Grandmother has always forbidden us to go.

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Well, a witch has to break the rules sometime.