Me... a witch? No way! Or at least that's what I thought before I was knocked right off my feet by a bolt of magic. All at once my quiet life as a book editor for Peacock Publishing in Carlsbad, California was blown to smithereens and something called magic keeps bubbling right out of me. I smell like cinnamon and clover no matter what perfume I use. And believe me, I've tried everything. I'm currently sorting through all kinds of mystical mayhem and paranormal perils as I try to figure out what it all means to be a witch. I'm too scared to share any part of my newborn identity with my boyfriend Justin, since I'm pretty sure that sure that he's a non-magical and would think I've lost it. My new upside down world has me wondering if it's possible that my sisters might somehow be witches too? My usual go to person to consult on everything important in my life is my Aunt Cressida. Surprise, surprise! She turns out to be the Grand Puba of witches in the local coven! Invisible spirits have become regular visitors to my world, I'm moving objects without really trying and I can hear the thoughts of others, including my pet cat! Guess I better get used to it; I'm actually a witch! A reluctant witch living on the beaches of sunny California.