A Key to the Witch

I’ve suddenly inherited earth witch powers and learned I’m meant to be a magical matriarch, but no one’s telling me what happened to my missing aunts and uncles, especially right before I gained these abilities. Just as I’m figuring out how to control my powers, I uncover more supernatural secrets around me. My clerks spend their free time howling at the moon, and the local sheriff? He’s a bear shifter married to a werewolf. It seems like everyone in these Georgia mountains has been keeping secrets.

To top it off, there’s a dead park volunteer with claw marks, and rumors suggest the victim might be my husband's illegitimate son—because why not add more family drama? I need to interview a vampire for a new position at the park, because that’s just my life now. Between managing a supernatural staff, investigating a murder, family drama, and trying to master my new powers over trees, I’m starting to think this magical matriarch role is more than I bargained for.

A Witch Under Block & Key

Being an earth witch and park ranger at Fort Mountain State Park usually means my biggest challenges are keeping hikers on marked trails and making sure the locals don't cause too much mischief. But when my long-lost daughter shows up on my doorstep—pregnant, heartbroken, and married to my husband's brother of all people—my carefully balanced world starts to crumble.

I've barely had time to process that I'm going to be both a mother and grandmother when my toxic ex-office manager turns up dead in one of our parking lots. Now I'm juggling a murder investigation, trying to reconnect with the daughter I gave up years ago (who, unlike me, can chat with every bird and dog in the park), and figuring out why my cupid brother-in-law vanished without a trace.

A Witch's Key Point

Let me tell you something about being the assistant park ranger at Fort Mountain State Park: it's complicated when you're also the witch matriarch of bunch of magical cousins spread all up and down the east coast. My daughter Brooke—who can chat with every squirrel in the forest—just reunited with her thought-to-be-dead father Mickey, who dropped a bombshell about some generations-old curse haunting the men in his family.

Between resolving ancient curses and tracking supernatural stalkers while still making time for trail maintenance, I'm going to need more than my earth magic and park ranger handbook to solve this case.

A Witch's First Keys

Mystic Forest Cozy Mystery, Books 1-3

This bundle contains the first 3 books in the Mystic Forest Cozy Mystery series: A Key to the Witch, A Witch Under Block & Key, and A Witch’s Key Point.

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Working as a park ranger at Fort Mountain State Park gives me the perfect cover for what I really do—solving mysteries that regular law enforcement wouldn't touch with a ten-foot pole. When you're an earth elemental witch with a vampire night ranger, and two werewolf clerks who can smell everything from a mile away, you tend to see things that others don’t.

My Cherokee best friend, Yona, keeps me grounded with her ancestral wisdom, while my eastern screech owl familiar, Lilah, scouts ahead and whispers forest secrets. The one person who makes every investigation a headache is Sheriff Clint, that stubborn black bear shifter who thinks his badge trumps my years of experience. But, some mysteries are buried so deep in Georgia's red clay that only magic can dig them up.

Keyed for Witchcraft

So there I was, minding my own business at Fort Mountain State Park—you know, the usual earth witch matriarch stuff, keeping the trails clear and the tourists from doing anything monumentally stupid—when my phone rings. It's the sheriff, and the smug black bear shifter who usually acts like he knows everything is practically begging me to save his son. Apparently, Ty is dying from some mystery disease that's turning werewolves into regular humans, and wouldn't you know it, the furry community would rather croak than give up their monthly moon runs. Clint needs my help because—surprise, surprise—Mr. Know-It-All doesn't actually know it all. I agree to look into it, because even I'm not heartless enough to let a teenager die. But here's the thing: I should've known this was just the beginning of my problems.

Because the very next day, my husband Tommy decides to lose his ever-loving mind. Tommy—steady, dependable, wouldn't-say-boo-to-a-ghost Tommy—picks a fight with me at the office over absolutely nothing, then later storms out into an incoming blizzard without his coat or phone like some kind of possessed fool. Now I'm supposed to figure out what's killing werewolves, why the cure is worse than the disease, and where the hell my husband went. What I wouldn’t give for an endless cup of hot cocoa today.