β Scribed by Alt, Madelyn
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Antiques-shop clerk Maggie O'Neill was a little weirded out when she discovered her new boss Felicity was a witch. But when Felicity becomes the suspect in a local murder, Maggie must enlist Felicity's wiccan friends for help--and discover her own spellbinding talent.
"Madelyn Altβs series opener, THE TROUBLE WITH MAGIC, casts a cozy and often wickedly witty spell." -- Nero Blanc, author of the Crossword Mystery series
"Readers will delight in a terrific mix of murder, magic, and high spirits... An irresistible page-turner." -- Dolores Stewart Riccio, author of THE DIVINE CIRCLE OF LADIES MAKING MISCHIEF
"THE TROUBLE WITH MAGIC is simply spellbinding. A real treasure, one you won't want to miss!" -- Ronda Thompson, author of THE WILD WULFS OF LONDON paranormal romance series
"Will keep you glued to your seat until the last page. In fact, the only TROUBLE is that it ends!" -- Dorothy Morrison, author of EVERYDAY MAGIC
WITCHY WOMAN
I peered out, straining to discern precious details. Dimly I could make out a glint on the asphalt drive below. Marcus's motorcycle. So he'd not left yet. I leaned closer to the window and tried to look straight down.
Without even the slightest hesitation or stab of conscience, I found myself moving the latch to the right and carefully sliding the sash upward, inch by inch.
Cold swept into the room like a marauding invader, invisibly, insidiously. I shivered and dropped to my knees, resting my hands on the sill. They were right down there, all right.
A ring of light edged into view, rippling like water. An oil lamp or flame of some sort. The light moved, and then I could see the two of them, glowing like fairy people in the darkness of night.
They were heading for the woods.
I watched the swinging lantern and shadowy figures disappear into an invisible treeline that I knew must be there. I stayed at the window, despite the fact that I was shivering to beat the devil, and kept scanning the far distance for some sign of what they were doing. It wasn't long before I saw a pale glow lighting the treetops.
Fire? And voices, wafting to me on the wind.
Chanting.
Adrenaline zipped up my spine. I hastily closed the window and climbed into bed, dragging the soft blankets up to my chin. No wonder Marcus and Felicity were an item. They were magical partners. Did they work with others? A coven of witches? Were they out there now?
What had I gotten myself into?
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