Mystic Fire
Alina, a fire witch and blacksmith travelling with a Shakespearean Faire, with her wizard boyfriend, a werestag sword fighter, a necromancer friend, and phoenix familiar...
Fire Spell
I've spent years working my forge at the Shakespearean fair, shaping metal and blowing glass, never once showing a hint of magic. My temperamental furnace vanishes overnight, and my twin brother, Alex, is more concerned with the two of us celebrating a belated birthday dinner than finding my forge. He thinks I finally manifested my fire witch powers, but what that has to do with my forge, I don’t know. I don't feel magical. I feel like a panicked blacksmith who needs her forge back before the weekend rush.
What shocks me even more than Alex's theory? Realizing that Aramis, the gorgeous British wizard and sword fighter, has apparently been interested in me this whole time—I just never noticed until now.
Sparks & Spells
I never thought Malcolm’s trash talk would end with him actually in the trash. As a new fire elemental witch working the forge at the Shakespearean Faire, I've dealt with my share of rivalry—and Malcolm was my fiercest competitor, always ready with an insult about my metalwork or glass blowing. But when they found his body in the trash heap during faire shutdown, burns seared across his chest, suddenly our petty feuds didn't seem so funny anymore. Now the police are eyeing me as their prime suspect, and being a fire witch with flames at my fingertips isn't exactly helping my case.
Lucky for me, I've got backup: Aramis, the charming British wizard who makes my heart race between sword fights; Porthos, my werestag friend who's as loyal as he is deadly with a blade; and Athos, the brooding necromancer still searching for his long-lost wife. Together with my phoenix familiar Flame lighting the way, we're hunting for Malcolm’s real killer before the cops decide I'm guilty. Someone murdered my rival and set me up to take the fall—and this fire witch isn't going down without a fight.
Fire Light
I've spent years perfecting my craft—bending fire and metal into blades that sing, glass that captures light like frozen flame. My phoenix familiar Flame keeps me company in the forge, and life at the Renaissance Festival suits me just fine. Between demonstrating glassblowing for tourists and trying not to set things ablaze when Aramis flashes that British smile, I've carved out something close to contentment. My sword-fighting friends—Porthos with his werestag secret and Athos with his desperate search for his long-dead wife, Dahlia—have become my found family on the circuit. We're an unusual crew, but we work.
Then Delilah shows up, and everything goes to hell. She's Dahlia's cousin, she's accused of a crime that could shut down the fair, and she's dangling the one thing Athos can't resist: information about where his wife really is. But there's a catch—she'll only talk if we prove her innocence. Now I'm caught between my loyalty to Athos, my suspicion that Delilah might actually be guilty, and the growing certainty that some secrets are better left buried. With Aramis at my side, Porthos watching my back, and Flame's warning cries echoing in my mind, I'm about to discover that the deadliest flames aren't the ones I control—they're the ones that burn in the human heart.
