The Siren Springs Coven

She was never cursed. She was always powerful.

For twenty-five years, Gail Pelkey planned other people’s events and watched every single one end in catastrophe. Chandeliers fell. Sound systems exploded. Ice sculptures melted on contact. She assumed she was cursed, or careless, or simply unlucky in a way that never seemed to run out.

Then she drives south with no plan and a bag of gas station Cheetos, and finds a desert town where the coyotes talk, the espresso machine has a personality, and a coven of women her own age have been waiting years for someone exactly like her. The ley lines beneath Siren Springs are failing. Gail is the only one who can find the damage — assuming she can use her power without setting something else on fire.

Warm, funny, and firmly on the side of women who are old enough to know better and finally powerful enough not to care.

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What you're in for

Chaos magic and a heroine who breaks things
A coven of midlife witches, not teenagers
Failing ley lines under a desert town
One talking coyote
A retired fire captain who does not flinch
Second acts, found family, and slow-burn romance

Read in order

Midlife, Hexes, and Hot Messes

She's a disaster. They've been waiting for her.

She's not cursed. She's just powerful.

Potions, Exes, and Hexed Texts

Fifty-four years of buried pain. Two weeks to survive it.

Something's pushing up from beneath Siren Springs. The ley lines are leaking emotional residue, and the whole town is falling apart. Old friendships are fracturing. A barista is crying about a boyfriend from 1997. And chaos witch Gail Pelkey is accidentally broadcasting everyone's worst memories to anyone who gets too close.

Sparks, Secrets, and Second Sight

She thought mastery meant control. The magic disagreed.

Three months in Siren Springs, and Gail Pelkey's finally stopped breaking everything she touches. Her chaos magic is behaving. Her event planning business has its first client. She's got a coven, a home, and a retired fire captain who shows up every morning with coffee.

Grants, Grifters, and Ground Rules

My coven doesn't do subtle, and neither do I anymore.

At forty-eight, I finally have a business people actually want to hire, a man who says plainly he's not going anywhere, and a coven who has my back no matter what. So obviously, that's exactly when a charming stranger shows up asking questions no historian should need answered.