A reluctant witch. A missing magical hammer. And a whole heap of trouble!
I got that phone call no one ever wants to get. No, not the one about your car's extended warranty. The one that hits you in the gut and changes everything in a blink.
My grandmother is gone and with her the one constant in my life. Even though I never embraced the witchy lifestyle like she wanted, I'm the next witch in line to inherit the Rigby estate. As I go through her shop of magical oddities, I uncover a world of secrets, magical societies, and mythical gods.
Grandma led a double life and everyone expects me to assume the magical mantel of responsibility. But I've got a perfectly ordinary, nonmagical life to get back to. Except, the Hammer of the Gods has gone missing my watch and Hephaestus, the God of the Forge and the hammer's sexy as sin owner, wants it back—now.
Before I can even say Bless Your Heart, things go from bad to worse. The hammer finds its way into the wrong hands, fueling a dangerous conspiracy that threatens to stir the world to war.
I'm neck deep in this mess and it's going to take more than Southern charm and sass to fix it, especially with the distraction of Mr. Talk, Dark, and Godly. Let's just say the God of the Forge can stoke my fire any time.
It's a race to prevent a full-scale world war. So, hold my sweet tea. I've got a hammer to find. I just hope I live to tell the tale.
Grab your copy of Hell and High Mountains for a fast paced, paranormal adventure rich with myths, laughs, and Southern sass.
