Mystic Forest
Anne, the matriarchal keeper of the magical keys, an earth witch, and an assistant park manager at Fort Mountain State Park in the north Georgia mountains, with her werewolf clerks, black bear shifter sheriff, and vampire night ranger...
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.
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.
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.