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Spells and Subterfuge
A reluctant witch, a haunted funeral home, and a dead body. Welcome home, Hazel.
Hazel Underwood has returned to her magical hometown of Foxfire Haven, Washington, with her tail between her legs.
A metaphorical tail, of course. Witches don’t have tails.
While renovating the old funeral home she inherited from her uncle, Hazel stumbles on a dead body stashed underneath the hearse. Who wanted the delivery-truck driver dead, and how did he wind up in Hazel’s garage? Chief Constable Hightower thinks Hazel might have killed Steve with her magic, and she’s determined to prove the handsome old curmudgeon wrong.
Suspects range from a beautiful vampire with a passion for potions to the garden store gnome, but as Hazel closes in on solving the murder, she learns there’s another mystery to unravel. What happened to Hazel’s uncle in his final years to turn him into an obsessed treasure-hunter? And does his story tie into Steve’s murder?
Hazel will have to team up with her witchy new roommates to catch a killer, stand up to judgmental small-town locals, and get her magic back on track. Who knew midlife could be so complicated?
Spells and Subterfuge
Spells and Subterfuge
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: Hazel Underwood has come home to her magical small town with her tail between her legs, a renovated funeral home, a body under the hearse, and three witchy new roommates who have very strong opinions about everything. Witches Brew carries the earthy, community-rooted warmth of a series where old magic is woven into a place so thoroughly it has become part of the neighborhood, the scent of a house full of women who know things and are not afraid to use them. It is the candle for every book in this series. Light this candle as Hazel unpacks her bags and steps back into a life more magical and more complicated than she remembered, and let the grounding warmth of patchouli and clove fill the room like a small town where everyone knows your name and your mother's maiden name and exactly what kind of witch you are.