Book One 

A chatty gnome, a hot professor, and a midlife adventure that's pure magic.

As a forty-three-year-old, newly divorced, single mom, I know two things for certain, starting over sucks, and magic isn’t real. At least that’s what I thought. I mean, starting over really does stink, but when it comes to magic, I have to rethink everything.

I’ve spent the last year since my ex left me going through the motions. Get up. Work. Care for a grumpy teenager. Cook dinner. Go to bed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

Nothing changes... Until it does.

After bidding on a box of old books at an estate auction, I’m experiencing changes.

And I’m not talking about menopause.

My garden gnome Linda has come to life. No, really. Her name is Linda, and she never shuts up. A chonky cat with a few secrets of his own has adopted me. And a gorgeous professor of the occult tells me I’m a witch.

Right now, I’m not sure who’s crazier—me, Linda or the hottie professor.

If this is my new reality, it’s nature’s cruel midlife trick. I’m learning fast that earth spells might be easy, but they aren’t cheap. All magic exacts a toll, and if I don’t master the elements, the elements will be the death of me.


Book Two

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom comes with its challenges. Finding out I’m a witch is just another one of them. As a new practitioner of tru-craft, I’ve been told that every witch is called to a single element, and they are sent down one of two paths, the Fade or the Bright. Right?

Of course, every rule has the exception, and in this case, it’s me.

My grimoire has revealed a new element I have to learn, and I am walking the ditch between the two paths. I’m going to need the help of a grouchy gnome, a cuddly imp, a fiery ifrit, and a hottie druid to keep me from burning down my life and everything around it.

My new reality is nature's cruel midlife trick. Surviving Earth magic without blowing up my entire world has been hard enough, if I don’t master Fire, I’ll go down in flames.


Book Three

Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom can have its ups and downs, but discovering that I possess elemental witch magic has turned the downs deadly.

Most days, I’m just trying to raise my kid, and not die. So, when a troupe of randy pixies gather in my garden, demanding I protect them, I’m like, bitch, I can barely protect myself. On top of that, I have to worry about monster attacks from enemies new and old.

My grimoire keeps talking in riddles. No help there. Linda the Gnome is more surly than usual. Even less help. Thank heavens for my hottie druid boyfriend who has my back, front, and side, and a fat cat named Bob who calms me better than a prescription mood stabilizer.

Tru-craft has been nature’s midlife gift that keeps on trying to kill me.

Earth nearly turned me to dust.

Fire almost extinguished my flame.

If I don’t master this new element, Air is going to blow me into the next life.


Being a forty-something, newly divorced, single mom is getting easier every day. Thankfully, so is being a witch, you know, when monsters and power-hungry sorcerers aren’t trying to kill me. And they aren’t the only ones who want to take me down. Too bad for all of them. I don’t die easy.

Now that my nero-craft has been triggered, I’m off to the Iron Grove, along with my hot druid boyfriend and his violently awesome sister, to learn magic from the best of the best. Of course, not every druid or tru-craft witch is happy about me gaining another element. There is even talk of a test they want me to take that sounds about as much fun as alien probing.

No, thank you.

I’ll have to rely on allies, old and new, if I want to survive the incoming tide of enemies who want me to drown in my own magic.


Book Five

The exciting conclusion to the Elemental Pentalogy!

Being a forty-something divorcee with a college-bound teenaged son is a freaking cakewalk compared to wielding my unruly magic. Oh, and did I mention my newly discovered sister wants to kill me? 

After a hellish week spent with older than dirt archdruids and a few new enemies, I’m ready to get home so I can hug my kid and sleep in my own bed. But nope, that's not how my crazy magical mid-life works.

My spirit magic has been triggered, and a ghost's cryptic message gives me more bad news. Something worse than my psycho sister might be after me. Awesome.

I'm so over selfish magical creatures trying steal my powers and my life. It's Battle Royale time. I’ll need the help of all my tru-craft guardians if I stand a chance against my supernatural foes. But first I’ll have to get into the spirit of my new element before the spirit gets into me.


A Grimoire's Universe Novel

A middle-aged witch, a sexy djinn, and a midlife adventure that's about to get fired up! 

Seven months ago, goddess magic allowed me, the very human Marigold Everlee, to have a couple of sizzling nights with the very paranormal Zev. He was tall, dark, and smoking hot.


Spoiler alert: When the goddess magic poofed---so did Zev.

Yeah. I was ghosted by the fire-magic-wielding ifrit after I admitted that I loved him. His disappearance turned my heart to ash. But you know what? I'm middle-aged and marvelous, baby. Crying over spilled magic isn't going to change what happened to my one-sided love connection. I have new aspirations: being the best bad-ass witch possible.

My new bestie is teaching me the ways of eclectic magic, and I’m throwing all my energy into the process. I’ve always been a little hippy-dippy, so using my crystals and herbs for spell work should come naturally to me, right?


Just when I think I’m getting the hang of potions, a fire spell blows up in my face, leaving a cryptic message scorched into my kitchen ceiling.

From Zev.

What the what!?

It seems Zev didn't want to disappear after all.

I may be a magical mess, but no one gets away with hurting the people I love. Including my stubborn, sarcastic, sexy genie. Watch out, world. This girl is on fire. Get out of the way ... or get burned.