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A Beastly Court (Homesteader Hearth Witch Book 7)Fantasy · Kat Healy
A brother imprisoned in the Unseelie Court.
A fae bargain tighter than overworked bread dough.
An entire town bespelled.
Too bad Ive been cursed to forget all about it.
Most of the time.
With the deadline of the winter solstice rapidly approaching, I have more to worry about than a spotty memory. Grandmother has put a lock on my magic, the very power I need to summon and anchor the portal to Elfame.
Good thing a fae king and his court are so willing to help me unlock it.
Ossians Court of Beasts is a wonder unlike any Ive ever seen: talking animals, blue fire, dozens of secret nooks and crannies within the castle, and one mysterious black door Im never supposed to open. But it can be as dangerous as its namesake too: the Brotherhood with their strange tattoos, monsters in the woods terrorizing Redbuds citizens, our greatest enemy the Bear Prince chained to the wall in the great hall.
As the curse around my magic gradually lifts under Ossians tutelage, something more terrifying than the grizzly bear makes itself known. Im not a guest, but a prisoner. We all are. And the only way to free us is for me to become everything Violet destined me to be.
Yeah definitely no time for afternoon tea.
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Sourdough Troubles (A Witchy Romantic Urban Fantasy): Homesteader Hearth Witch: Book 3Romance · Kat Healy
A warlock with a sinister contract.
A spreading blight.
A forbidden shifter I can't seem to stay away from.
All three ignite when the gypsy wagons of the Carnival Cauchemar roll into town. You'd think I'd be exempt from more hexes and hijinks, what with me hiding away and minding my own business on my cider farm, but apparently not.
When I anger the curse leeching off my family's spell book, I'm forced to leave my refuge for countermeasures just in time to be sucked into an underground of shady deals, endangered friends, maybe one or two opportunities for stolen kisses with a certain lumbersnack shifter, and a creature most terrifying: a warlock.
It seems I've spirited a cursed spell book away to an even more cursed town, and if the stakes weren't grave before, they certainly are now. Something's affecting my magic, and if Sawyer, the Crafting Circle, and I don't figure it out soon, I can say goodbye to lazy afternoon naps and Thursday night cocktails. Permanently.
The answers to all our questions—including the truth about the grimoire curse—lead us into the heart of an old forest, the one place Grandmother has always forbidden us to go.
Well, a witch has to break the rules sometime.
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A Grimoire Grump (A Witchy Romantic Urban Fantasy): Homesteader Hearth Witch: Book 4Fantasy · Kat Healy
They've found me.
The hearth and its color-changing flames have made that abundantly clear, but apparently the “they” could be anyone: whoever just got nailed by Flora's protection wards, the human strangers in town with their fae-like markings, the rival coven, or even my own family.
Evidence suggests they're all hunting for a powerful magic cache… and I've got the biggest one in town hiding in my farmhouse crawlspace.
Redbud isn't safe and its top defender wants nothing to do with me.
Good thing I decided to adopt a werewolf.
It's a tenuous alliance at best, and he'll have his paws full keeping the threats at bay while I unravel the last clue of how to finally destroy the curse on the Hawthorne grimoire. My friend's past is the key to my future, but only if she overcomes her fears and tells me before my own past catches up to me.
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Thistle Thorns (Homesteader Hearth Witch Book 6)Fantasy · Kat Healy
This is the worst family reunion. Of all time.
The Hawthorne coven is in Redbud, and they're not leaving until my brother is ransomed from the Unseelie Court. Normally this would be a good thing, but…
They hate my boyfriend, if I can even call the lumberjack shifter that, considering we haven't even said the L word yet.
They distrust my friends, especially the Fair Folk kind, for long-held prejudices don't die easily.
They think quaint little ol' Redbud is a backwater hole, despite its small-town charms.
They're convinced I've activated a prophecy that portends a major shift in the magical forces between realms and want to lock me up like a princess in a tower.
Oh, and they're set on unaliving or collaring my cat, because, as they say, a cat is rarely a cat in the supernatural world, and they're taking no chances.
As you can imagine, you need battle leathers on when you sit down to family dinner.
But it's all got to be worth it to summon the demon who kidnapped my brother for my mistakes, right? And before the one foretold in the prophecy comes to change my life forever?
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