Whispering Willows is a place where wishes come true, but at what cost?

I didn’t expect to be a widow at forty years old. I didn’t expect to be a single mother. I didn’t expect to inherit a mountain of debt. And I definitely didn’t expect to return to Whispering Willows—or my life as a witch.

But here I am: I’ve reopened my mother’s wish shop, started granting wishes, and am teaching my daughter magic.

Life is perfect . . . Almost.

There’s my ex, who’s aged unfairly well and who also happens to be my daughter’s teacher. My high school BFF, who has turned into a major bully. And then there’s the golden lamp.

After I find it in the basement, strange things start happening: the random rain showers in my shop, the ruined wishes, the seagull who can suddenly sing (off-key) showtunes. Just when I think it can’t get any weirder, I throw the lamp in the ocean, and it appears back in my shop the next day.

Something is trying to escape that lamp, and if I don’t figure out what, our new beginning might be over before it’s even started.