Her family’s fears don’t stop her from opening a teashop in the quaint New England village where the townsfolk once drowned her ancestor for being a witch. Unfortunately, times haven’t changed…much, anyway.
No worries. She swears she won’t stir up trouble…in a cauldron or otherwise. But then her customer’s husband turns up dead. Whispers of “murderous witch” point toward a seemingly innocent girl, and Hazel can’t resist poking her nose where it doesn’t belong.
Real trouble shows up when she meets the charming police chief, who doesn’t like witches and who doesn’t hide his attraction to her. Worse, she’s brewing a crush on him, too, and she finds she adores searching for clues to help him solve the case. She convinces herself she’ll be fine as long as they find the murderer before she accidently uses magic again or before he notices the crazy cat from her grandmother’s haunted house that’s stalking her.
Forbidden magic. Stolen jewels. And cherry macaroons!
When a sneaky thief steals historic pearls from one of Hazel’s best customers, her urge to sleuth can’t be tamed. She swears it’s because she loves solving mysteries and has nothing to do with a certain police chief. Though she’s not complaining about the eye candy…
After the death of his wife, Chief Peter Parrish hasn’t bothered with women. But Hazel’s put him under her spell with her beautiful smile and witty charm. If letting her poke around his investigation gives him another chance to see her, he’s all for it. He might even convince her to say yes to a date.
Together, they search for the thief, and it could be anyone including the suave Italian art collector who loves to flirt with Hazel. Peter hopes it’s the Italian.
With her grandmother’s ghost slightly off her rocker, an orange tabby who sasses her relentlessly, and her inability to properly do a spell, Hazel would be crazy to stay in Stonebridge where her heritage might be discovered. But she never claimed to be sensible.