The Cider Hex by Kat Healy

A grimoire hidden in the basement.

A parasite ring devouring my magic.

Two covens and their hellhounds in a race to hunt me down.

You’d think with all that going on in a witch’s life, she’d have more important things to worry about than turning a profit at the farmers market festival, yet here I am. But hear me out, if my revitalized cider farm makes some money, that means my bills are paid, and if I’m not forced out of my farmhouse—which has been pretty good at keeping me hidden so far—I can focus my attention solely on unlocking the curse plaguing my family’s spell book.

Pretty straightforward, right?

Apparently not, because even though I’ve been diligent about keeping a low profile—besides occasionally flirting with that lumbersnack of a shifter, Arthur Greenwood—someone has a grudge against me and my cider business.

With each attack, I’m forced to delve into the magic I left behind, the same magic that gives those covens and their hellhounds the means to track me. If Sawyer and I don’t find this rogue spellcaster quick and force them to lift their hex, I might not have a farm—or a grimoire—to save.

Whatever the outcome, they picked the wrong hearth witch to mess with.