Burn After Manifesting
She's been manifesting for nine years. Nothing ever answered. Then twenty-seven tealights lit themselves—and the fire marshal walked in.
Claire Whitley has been manifesting for nine years. A new business. A divorce that didn't ruin her. A spiritual shop on Main Street with a bearded dragon, twenty-seven tealights, and a clientele that mostly bought candles to be polite. She lit one every morning. None of them ever lit back. Until they did. All of them. At once. She did NOT manifest twenty-seven tealights catching fire at 9:15 on a Thursday morning. She did NOT manifest a Tower card that won't stay in the deck. She did NOT manifest the shop's windows cleaning themselves in front of the entire block of Main Street. And she absolutely did not manifest Nate Cordero, the new Fairhaven Fire Marshal who walked into her shop, called her ma'am, cited her for seven violations, and said I'm sorry like he meant it. The universe is allowed to be woo. She's allowed to have a routine. And she will NOT fall for the man whose entire job is putting out the fires her candles keep starting. …Probably.
What This Book Is
- •A cozy witch romcom about a woman who performed belief for years—and then it answered
- •A spiritual shop where the crystals suddenly mean it
- •A bearded dragon who stares at everyone, but stares at some people with intent
- •A fire marshal whose job is putting out everything she keeps lighting
You'll Like This If...
- •You've ever kept a ritual going because stopping felt worse than believing
- •You appreciate a love interest who apologizes like he means it
- •You want to watch the woman who sold the magic find out she had it all along
- •You believe bearded dragons always know more than they're letting on
Whispers From the Readers
“Magic doesn't require perfection. Just intention, humor, and maybe a second glass of wine.”
— Ivy Spellman