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A Grimoire Grump
They’ve found me.
The hearth and its color-changing flames have made that abundantly clear, but apparently the “they” could be anyone: whoever just got nailed by Flora’s protection wards, the human strangers in town with their fae-like markings, the rival coven, or even my own family.
Evidence suggests they’re all hunting for a powerful magic cache… and I’ve got the biggest one in town hiding in my farmhouse crawlspace.
Redbud isn’t safe and its top defender wants nothing to do with me.
Good thing I decided to adopt a werewolf.
It’s a tenuous alliance at best, and he’ll have his paws full keeping the threats at bay while I unravel the last clue of how to finally destroy the curse on the Hawthorne grimoire. My friend’s past is the key to my future, but only if she overcomes her fears and tells me before my own past catches up to me.
A Grimoire Grump
A Grimoire Grump
Cozy Pairings
Witches Brew is an earthy and softly floral fragrance that opens with warm clove and gentle spice, creating an immediate sense of familiarity. At its heart, delicate violet brings a subtle sweetness that lifts and softens the richness of dark patchouli. The base is deep and grounding, with smoky, woodsy notes that linger in the air, balanced by a soft warmth. Smooth and atmospheric, this scent feels both comforting and a little unexpected, blending warmth, earth, and soft florals into something subtly captivating.
Why we chose this: A witch on the run from her own coven, hiding in a small Indiana town with a cursed grimoire in her farmhouse crawlspace, a pain-in-the-butt familiar, pixies in the walls, and a lumberjack shifter she is absolutely not daydreaming about. Witches Brew carries the earthy, cottagecore warmth of a series where old magic keeps arriving uninvited at the most inconvenient possible moments, the scent of a farmhouse hearth where something is always simmering and the wards are always being tested. It is the candle for every book in this series. Light this candle and let the grounding warmth of patchouli and clove fill the room like a cozy farmhouse on a rainy afternoon where the grimoire is locked in the basement and the cider is almost ready.