Grimoires of a Middle-Aged Witch

In a supernatural world pulsing with magic, Marigold Everlee's determination burns bright as she embarks on a perilous journey to rewrite fate and rescue her vanished ifrit lover, Zev You don't have to read the first five books (Iris and Keir) in the Grimoires' world to enjoy Marigold and Zev's trilogy. Seven months ago, goddess magic allowed me, the very human Marigold Everlee, to have a couple of sizzling nights with the very paranormal Zev. He was tall, dark, and smoking hot. Literally. He's an ifrit--a fire-magic-wielding djinn. Spoiler alert: When the goddess magic poofed---so did Zev. Yeah. I was ghosted after he promised me, he'd be back. His disappearance turned my heart to ash. But you know what? I'm middle-aged and marvelous, baby. Crying over spilled magic isn't going to change what happened to my one-sided love connection. I have new aspirations: being the best bad-ass witch possible. My new bestie is teaching me the ways of eclectic magic, and I'm throwing all my energy into the process. I've always been a little hippy-dippy, so using my crystals and herbs for spell work should come naturally to me, right? Wrong.Just when I think I'm getting the hang of potions, a fire spell blows up in my face, leaving a cryptic message scorched into my kitchen ceiling.From Zev. What the what!?It seems Zev didn't want to disappear after all. I may be a magical mess, but no one gets away with hurting the people I love, including my stubborn, sarcastic, sexy genie.Watch out, world. This girl is on fire. Get out of the way ... or get burned.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom comes with its challenges. Finding out I'm a witch is just another one of them. As a new practitioner of tru-craft, I've been told that every witch is called to a single element, and they are sent down one of two paths, the Fade or the Bright. Of course, every rule has an exception, and in this case, it's me. My grimoire has revealed a new element I have to learn, and I am walking the ditch between the two paths. I'm going to need the help of a grouchy gnome, a cuddly imp, a fiery ifrit, and a hottie druid to keep me from burning down my life and everything around it. My new reality is nature's cruel midlife trick. Surviving Earth magic without blowing up my entire world has been hard enough. If I don't master Fire, I'll go down in flames. Literally.

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom can have its ups and downs, but discovering that I possess elemental witch magic has turned the downs deadly. Most days, I'm just trying to raise my kid and not die. So, when a troupe of randy pixies gather in my garden, demanding I protect them, I'm like, bitch, I can barely protect myself. On top of that, I have to worry about monster attacks from enemies new and old.My grimoire keeps talking in riddles. No help there. Linda the Gnome is more surly than usual. Even less help. Thank heavens for my hottie druid boyfriend, who has my back, front, and side, and a fat cat named Bob, who calms me better than a prescription mood stabilizer.Tru-craft has been nature's midlife gift that keeps on trying to kill me.Earth nearly turned me to dust.Fire almost extinguished my flame.If I don't master this new element, Air is going to blow me into the next life.Literally.