The Crossroads - The Witches of Blackwood Grove, Book 3
The Crossroads - The Witches of Blackwood Grove, Book 3
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Spending her days on the family’s enchanted apple farm, tending her plants from seed to spell. That’s Dusty’s plan for her Crone years.
Unfortunately, plans have a way of going off course.
Word of Dusty’s justice-restoring magic has spread through Blackwood Grove, and desperate townsfolk are slipping onto the farm after dark to get her help. Ironically, her best customers are the very people who loudly proclaim witches are wicked.
Dusty has bigger concerns, though. Her four-year-old granddaughter has started acting out as the search for Cricket’s missing parents continues. With few options left, Dusty turns to her elderly aunts, whose magic is a little . . . unpredictable.
The Crones insist they’ve fixed the flaws in their revealing spell. Walls are no longer disappearing. Clothing is remaining in place. So Dusty gives them the go-ahead to begin the search.
The spell appears to be working as intended. Clues emerge. Answers seem within reach.
Then a friend from Dusty’s past shows up unannounced and brings disaster with him.
In Blackwood Grove, spells tend to reveal secrets.
Some secrets are far more dangerous than others.
One part CHARMED, one part THE FACTS OF LIFE, one part THE GOLDEN GIRLS, and a dash of DEXTER! You're going to love THE WITCHES OF BLACKWOOD GROVE!
🔮 What Kind of Book Is This?
- Paranormal cozy mystery
- Midlife Mystery
- Small-town mystery with a magical twist
- Witch-themed fiction with paranormal elements
- Clean, low-violence mystery focused on character and atmosphere
💜 This Book Is Perfect For Readers Who Enjoy:
- Cozy mysteries with amateur or local sleuths
- Stories set in magical or hidden communities
- Witchcraft, folklore, and supernatural elements
- Character-driven series with evolving relationships
- Mysteries without graphic violence
🌙 If You Like These Things, You’ll Love The Witches of Blackwood Grove!
- Magical small-town settings
- Witch-centered stories
- Cozy mysteries with magical elements
- Slow-burn secrets and small-town drama
- Characters that evolve throughout the book
Perfect for fans of Juliet Blackwell, Wendy Wang, Alice Hoffman, Sangu Mandanna, and small-town mystery series with a paranormal twist.
📚 The Witches of Blackwood Grove Mystery Series
Each book in the series features a standalone mystery, but the relationships, secrets, and magical world deepen as the series continues. For the richest character and series arcs experience, reading the books in order is recommended but not required.
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Chapter One Sneak Peek
Chapter One Sneak Peek
Chapter 1
Basil, lemon balm, and chamomile or lavender flower tea. Steep the herbs and drink to relieve headaches.
A teaspoon of a tincture made of ginkgo, gotu kola, rosemary, and peppermint taken three times a day to help with memory issues.
Rosemary and lemon thyme tea to drink for sheer pleasure.
What else could I create with the herbs in our garden? The options were endless, and my notebook was full of ideas for cures, creams, and spells. And with more than a month to go before the first frost did its damage, I still had time to create with the fresh herbs and plants too. Then I would harvest them and hang them from the rafters to dry.
I’d gotten so much done today, I allowed myself to clock out a few minutes early and take the leisurely route to pick up my granddaughter, Cricket, from preschool. This meant a walk along the Mississippi River. Breathing in deep lungsful of fresh air and watching the sunlight glisten off the water as it slowly made its way south was both rejuvenating and relaxing.
When I came to where a set of stairs led down to the river, I stopped to notice a houseboat docked there. The owner, Harriet Wong, told everyone who’d give her five minutes about the boat she was having restored. She saw me up on the road now and gave me a beckoning wave.
“Come on down, Dusty!”
Much as I’d love to see it, I needed to get over to the playground.
“Soon, I promise,” I called back as I gave her a wave. Then I crossed the street to another short flight of stairs that led directly up to my family’s diner. About fifty yards west of there was a large playground that drew children like a magnet. I had yet to see anyone crying or fighting there and suspected some of the town’s witches had cast a spell over it. Life was hard enough, even for children, so I approved of a place where things simply went well.
This was the pickup point. We dropped the kiddos off at Autumn Trainor’s organic flower farm in the morning and picked them up here in the afternoon, where they ended their day burning off a bit of their seemingly endless supply of energy. I envied their stamina.
“Hi, Lola!” Cricket called out the Filipino word for grandma her mother had taught her and waved to me with her whole arm from the top of a forest-green and tan tower. “Can I play more? Please?”
She dragged out the word please for about five seconds.
“Sure. Ten minutes.” I wasn’t in a hurry to get home but did still need to pick some tomatoes before I could call it a day. Cricket could help me with that.
I turned to find someplace to sit and spotted a toddler triumphantly releasing the lock on the strap holding him in his stroller. In a flash, I saw him topple forward and fall on his forehead. Another flash showed me him years older with a jagged scar over his left eyebrow.
I blinked and then reacted, like anyone would; I reached out as though I could stop the fall from happening. Except, I was a witch and, along with being able to see into the future, I could also alter the course of current events by simply reaching out.
