Destined for craziness Magic runs in my family. I even married a guy who unknowingly had latent magic. But in the Chesswick family of witches, the magic gene skipped a generation. Namely, mine. So, I can only watch from afar as my daughter learns the ancient craft. Until a magic tutor I hired
A Faerie's Touch: A midlife paranormal mystery thriller (Memory Guild Book 7)
β Scribed by Ward Parker
- Book ID
- 110614641
- Publisher
- Mad Mangrove Media
- Year
- 2022
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 309 KB
- Series
- Memory Guild Book 7
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B09WYZRTQJ
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Iβve really stepped in it this time.
They say if you accept a gift from the Fae, youβll forever be in debt to them. And they always collect on their debts. I wish someone had told me this before a faerie gave me an enchanted pearl.
It comes at an awkward time, because the supernatural guilds of San Marcos are preparing for an invasion by the Fae, who want to restore their primacy over humans. And Iβm trying to learn about my new powers and the responsibilities that come with them.
As if I donβt have enough on my plate, my first husband has been charged with the murder of his business partner. I agree to help exonerate him with my psychometry, which turns out to be a dangerous decision. Thereβs enough danger already, with the Fae unleashing monsters in our quaint tourist city.
Do you think this will affect the bookings at my inn?
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