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What to expect:
✔️Middle Aged Heroine
✔️Found Family
✔️Sentient Haunted House / Semi-Sentient Estate
✔️Witch Next Door / Urban Fantasy Cozy
✔️Magical Legal Thriller
✔️Love Triangle (Witch × Reaper × Rogue Heir
✔️Destined but Forbidden (witch/reaper taboo)
✔️Ride or Die Best Friend
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
Enter the tall man, with sun-kissed blond hair, and a devil-may-care grin. He strolled in, wearing dark jeans and a Nirvana smiley face T, and he carried a motorcycle helmet. He gave off a vibe that suggested he’d been behind the prank that ended with a frog in the locker of every girl at high school.
Of course I knew him. Everyone in middle school and half of the Enchanted District knew Phineas Kovar. Back then, he was the boy teachers warned us about with a sigh, the boy who could charm his way out of detention and into trouble twice as fast. Seeing him now, older but somehow unchanged, was like stepping into a memory I hadn’t asked for. My stomach did a little flip—not the fun kind, more like the rollercoaster-drop kind you regret halfway through.
“Am I late?” he asked, completely ignoring the tension crackling in the room. “The traffic was murder—and by murder, I mean literally. Some banshee was having a full-blown meltdown on Michigan Avenue. Stopped three lanes of traffic.”
He tucked his helmet under his arm.
“Bella Hexley, Attorney.”
He held out his hand, offered me a devastating smile, and before he shook, a business card appeared between his fingers. With a flick of his wrist, the card gave flight and transformed mid-air into an origami butterfly. It circled around my head and then burst into a miniature firework display of silver sparkles.
“Phineas Kovar.” He tipped his head in a slight bow. “But please, call me Phin. Everyone does.”
While he shook Gianna’s hand, Bertram made a gurgling noise, and his face turned the shade of an overripe tomato.
He hissed, “Your name is Phineas.”
Phin glanced at me with a sunbeam smile and weaponized charm. “Don’t mind my father. He’s still adjusting to the fact that I didn’t inherit his cheery disposition.”
Bertram spun on his polished heel, and stomped off, his jacket flaring.
Phin smirked at Sabine, and the tension evaporated from her shoulders just a fraction, like someone had opened a window and let in a breeze on a hot August night.
“You know,” she said to Phin, “you can only charm people until they find out you were kicked out of every major magical school in the U.S.”
“Is that true?” I said, and Sabine, registering that I had spoken, bristled and sneered.
“It’s true,” Phin said. “The Blackwood Academy, Tempest University, and the Institute for Advanced Magical Studies, all for—how should I say it?—creative interpretation of the rules.”
“Like what?” Gianna asked.
“Well, my stint at the Conservatory of Elemental Arts was interrupted after I completed a very impressive, but sadly prohibited, botanical transformation.” He leaned in and in a conspiratorial whisper added, “I turned the headmistress’s prize roses into carnivorous flowers.”
“During Parents’ Weekend,” Sabine said.
“That’s right. I had been trying to spell them to change color so that they matched the school banner.”
Gianna raised a brow. “You sound like you were a handful.”
“Only on weekends,” he said, flashing a grin.
The Hex Files is a cozy urban fantasy series with a strong romantic element.
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