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Daughter of the Moon Series

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Book One: The Fool

You know that quote about most people living quiet lives of desperation? Well, that pretty much describes me to a T.

I’m middle-aged, divorced, built like a tree stump, with nothing but a failing romance-writing career to call my own. Yep, no kids, no social life and no pets—not even a chinchilla to greet when I walk through the door of my crappy apartment.

The only thing I do have? Spare Tire Sandy who lives around my waist. Oh, and a nicotine habit I’m desperately trying to kick.

When my eccentric Aunt Artemis ups and dies, leaving me her ‘castle’ in Vermont, I start thinking maybe my luck is taking a turn for the better.

Yeah, no.

The property, in the tiny town of Maplewood, is literally a castle but not like something you’d see in Scotland. This is more like Medieval England had a battle with The Tarot and neither won.

Which means it’s going to be a bitch and a half to sell.

To make matters worse? There’s a tenant in ‘Tarot Castle’ and not like the squatter sort—more like the talking goat sort. Right—Rocco sounds like a New York mobster which is grating enough, but throw in the fact that I’m now responsible for him and I’m not a happy camper.

And let’s not even discuss the shrunken head, Yolanda, who literally WILL NOT STOP TALKING!

The only person who can help me make sense of my new inheritance is Luke Montgomery, owner of the coffee/ bookstore in town. Luke is friendly, really hot in a J. Crew sort of way, and also annoyingly hush-hush about the legacy I’ve apparently been born into: some BS about being a Daughter of the Moon.

And then there’s Magnus Stormrider, my self-proclaimed guardian, who looks like the love-child of Conan the Barbarian and Fabio. The best way to describe Magnus? If the ground opened up and swallowed him whole, I wouldn’t mind—not for one second.

According to my aunt’s never-ending posthumous letters that keep appearing from literally nowhere, I’m supposedly on the journey of The Fool, the first card of the Major Arcana of the tarot.

And that’s pretty damned fitting because if there’s one thing I’m sure of—it’s that I was the biggest fool to have ever agreed to come out here in the first place…

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Book Two: The Hanged Man

After inheriting my aunt’s crappy castle in the rinky dink town of Maplewood, Vermont, my life has never been the same. And I’m not just exaggerating.

Nope, I’m now a celestial guardian (called a Daughter of the Moon), I’m the caretaker of a talking goat and a shrunken head, and I’m stuck with the literal worst guardian who’s more attached to me than my own shadow.

And let’s not even talk about the fact that as soon as I took my vow to the moon, my body morphed into something that looks like a fertility statue (and I’m forty-freaking-five, thank you!)

But that’s not even the worst of it. Not by a long shot.

The worst? My sex-crazed mother has just decided to relocate to a town nearby which means we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. That might sound nice, but it isn’t—not when I have to hide this new life of mine.

At least I have Luke Montgomery to rely on—Luke’s a magician in town and he’s the only one who’s able to keep me from wanting to tear my hair out. Not only that, but Luke’s in a word: hot. And, yeah, I might have a crush on him…

Things get really weird when I start having dreams of an incredibly sexy man who appears to be stuck in a garden, atoning for something. I can’t decide if he’s simply the result of eating too late at night or if he’s meant to teach me something about the newest tarot lesson I’m embarking on—The Hanged Man.

Sometimes life is truly stranger than fiction.

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Book Three: The Star

Coming Soon!

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