“Who decided wrinkles and wands don’t mix? We’re ready to kick some magical butt!”
An ancient bottle, a vengeful ghost, and one seriously peeved crone—welcome back to Silver Island, where the supernatural drama is as thick as Ginnie Sullivan’s potions.
When Ginnie stumbles across a hundred-year-old message in a bottle, her first instinct is to chuck it back into the ocean. Who needs a ghostly witch named Rosemary Sullivan demanding revenge for her murder? Not Ginnie. She’s got enough family drama without adding a spectral Sullivan to the mix.
But ignoring a ghost? Yeah, that backfires big time. Rosemary starts haunting Silver Island like it’s her personal playground, pulling pranks, making threats, and generally being a pain in Ginnie’s magical backside. And when Luke and Andy vanish on a fishing trip, it’s officially game on.
Ginnie’s not the séance type, but desperate times call for ghostly measures. Unfortunately, summoning Rosemary doesn’t go as planned (does it ever?). Her niece Morgan gets possessed—because why not?—and suddenly, Ginnie’s on a supernatural clock to solve a century-old mystery before Silver Island becomes Rosemary’s permanent playground.
With her motley crew of magical misfits, a snarky cat named Mabon, and a talent for turning chaos into victory (most of the time), Ginnie’s diving headfirst into danger. Again. But hey, this crone didn’t survive six decades of life and witchcraft just to be outwitted by a temperamental ghost.
Murder, magic, and mayhem? Bring it on. Wrinkles, wands, and wild adventures—Ginnie’s ready to show the world that sixty-something witches are just getting started.
If you’re into ghostly drama, family feuds, and magical mishaps, Book 3 of the