Allow me to introduce myself: my name is Rosaleen O’Connor. There I was, living an ordinary midlife, quite a good one as far as I knew. Until my husband pulled the rug out from under me, trading me in for a younger model and informing me that our beloved house in London’s Notting Hill was being repossessed. So, with limited choices at my disposal, I landed in the home of my ancestors on the wild Atlantic West coast of Ireland. I soon found out that all was not as it appeared to be and that I was not who I believed myself to be. Could I do it? As a mother of one grown up daughter and ...

If there was one thing Torie Bliss knew, it was that her marriage and life of luxury were going to last for ever. Until they didn't. Torie finds herself doing the one thing she never imagined a woman over the age of forty would ever have to do: moving in with her mother. But that is exactly what she has to do as she picks up what's left of her life and dignity, and moves to Singing Falls. Little does Torie realize that not only had her mother settled into a town of supernaturals, but she herself was a witch, and it was Torie's destiny to take up the magical calling.

After finding my soon-to-be ex-husband together with my soon-to-be ex-assistant, I realize his "for better or for worse" didn't include my 40s. An extended vacation on a remote Italian island sounds like the perfect antidote to a midlife crisis - until I arrive. I'm expecting Chianti and pasta. What I get is a run-down bed-and-breakfast with the oldest Nonna in existence. There's something about this island. Something odd. Like how everyone keeps calling me Mamma or how I'm the first tourist in decades.

Living back at Mom's place with her and Gram is not how this ex-district attorney intended to start the next chapter of her life, but I shouldn't be surprised it's where I ended up. You see, my family is cursed. Literally. At least that's what both Gram and Mom claim. I've never given much thought to their ridiculous superstitions, but when three local patrons from my mom's occult shop end up dead, even I'm a bit unnerved. So I decide to dive right into the crazy headfirst. And what I thought would be the end of my journey...may only be the beginning.

The second book in Heloise Hull’s Adept At Fifty series. For all those who like their rosé chilled and their demons hot! I never expected to find my prim and proper mother harboring a secret life, but then again, I never thought I'd quit my job at age fifty and move into my cousin's occult shop in Southern France. C'est la vie. We sell tarot cards and trinkets to tourists, but there’s real magic thrumming through these walls, magic I’m finally learning to trust again. For the first time in years, I feel like myself. Yet my new powers are good at attracting new problems. My dead ...