Something is wrong with Carlie.
A magical storm. An ancient shipwreck. A hidden evil.
All three are tied together as Carlie must defend Wulfric against his past, which emerges after a raging storm tears across Halfway Lake.
When government agents descend on Halfway to investigate the mysterious shipwreck, Carlie discovers that all is not as it seems.
A thousand years old, the Viking ship holds bones. And secrets.
Not everyone went down with the ship. There were survivors, but they might be less than human. They cross paths with Carlie in a showdown that will bring her own secrets to light, for saving Wulfric came with a cost. Now, it’s time for her to pay.
Dive in with Carlie as she fights to save the one person she can’t lose.
“The time for pure magic was past. It was time to bring out my b***hcraft.” Yep, this is Carlie! She is our resident witch of Halfway that has an incredible talent for waffles and has an amazing love for Vikings (hey Wulfric!).
If you have followed this series you know that Carlie is our resident witch of Halfway and she does not take kindly to “visitors” (the things that go bump in the night) wreaking havoc on her beloved town. Out of the blue a Viking ship surfaces in the lake and this brings all the visitors to gawk and the government to come investigate. Things aren’t always what they seem and Carlie is a pro at this stuff. However, this ship hits home for Wulfric and brings up his very distant past. While they are both trying to work through the craziness that this ship has brought on they are both battling other demons. Wulfric is dealing with his past and Carlie has to deal with her future. Carlie is a very strong and resilient character but is very down to earth. And her love for her town and family is ginormous! Include the craziness that they are dealing with and her snarky remarks and this story will have you laughing out loud and the next minute having you deep in thought trying to figure out the next move. This is one of those stories that will suck you in from the beginning and keep a strong witchy hold on you until the very end.
At the risk of giving any spoilers I am going to give you a couple of my favorite lines:
My words were lost in a rumble of thunder that shook the air in my chest. Raindrops the size of baked potatoes slapped against my skin in a constant, frigid pounding, driven by the vicious wind. The howling rain felt like a car wash run by sadistic gods, determined to scour off my skin.
I am many things, but my humanity and witchcraft would coil around each other like warring serpents until dawn, when I would ask and answer a power far greater than my own soul. The answer I was granted would determine nothing less important than the rest of my life, but the need to ask the question was overpowering. I could not go on without knowing, and for Wulfric’s sake – and my own – I would not be denied.
In other words, you must read this! P.S. Be sure to check all the covers out. They are some of my favorite!
Left-handed. Father of an apparent nudist. Husband to a half-Norwegian. Herder of cats and dogs. Lover of pie. I write books. I’ve had an unhealthy fascination with dragons since the age of– well, for a while. Native Floridian. Current Tennessean. Location subject to change based on insurrection, upheaval, or availability of coffee. Ten books and counting, with no end in sight. You’ve been warned.