They say some stones are better left unturned. I'm learning that lesson the hard way. My name's Aubry Brooks and here's the thing-I have myself a coven problem.
I found my mama's book of shadows, and it's clear she didn't share my magical philosophy of do no harm . She was hiding us from someone, but meeting her former coven only leads to more questions.
When the Angel of Death's scythe goes missing, I realize things aren't what they seem. No worries, the Mystery Gang is on the case. For the record, my sexy half-Incubus boyfriend Damion Blackmon does not agree to our group nickname. The broody detective Chris Sullivan doesn't agree to much of anything, but that's his problem, not mine.
Pull up a chair and let's work some kitchen magic. A word of warning-do not listen to Grandma's nonsense about a love triangle, she's delusional. Another word of warning-do not listen to Aunt Callie's nonsense about a smoothie challenge, she's sadistic.
Welcome to the metaphysical shop Memphis Magic.
