Reap, Sew, Magic: Happy Lughnasadh!


If you are unfamiliar, Lughnasadh, or Lammas, is the beginning of the harvest season and is one of the eight Sabbats Wiccans celebrate. It’s a large celebration that is widely observed in Scotland and Ireland that includes athletic games and lots of feasting. Loaves of fresh bread are a huge hit.

So naturally, I chose to begin my novel, Winter’s Curse, on this Sabbat, where I open with the broom flying contest. 🙂 How’s that for an athletic game?

And speaking of Winter’s Curse, we are a short two months away from its release! If you haven’t already, please add it to your TBR list on Goodreads!




A hyperborean witch chased out of her homeland…

When High Priestess Iris bets her granddaughter Winter’s womb in a broom flying contest – and loses, Winter wonders where the real danger lies: from the witch-hunters far North, or her shady grandmother?

A safe haven that is anything but…

The rival clan grants Winter a small reprieve, allowing her until her eighteenth birthday, on the Winter Solstice, to use magic to reverse the curse on her womb. Only, Winter isn’t proficient in magic, and doesn’t know where to start.

A love that defies her clan…

That’s until she meets Turmeric of the Wormwood clan. His eagerness to help her reverse the curse warms her frozen heart. Soon romantic feelings grow between the two – despite the Segregation Curse of Old, cast by elders to preserve ancient clan bloodlines.

Can Winter and Turmeric have a future together, despite the odds stacked against them? And with time running out, will Winter be able to reverse the curse on her womb, or will she remain barren?

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