The Tide is High

Midlife’s a beach, and then you move there.

What were they thinking? Hope had dragged them halfway across the country on a whim, worse, on a burning need to spend her inheritance money on another crazy scheme and an ad for a bar and guesthouse.

The tide is high, the stakes are higher, and one witch will die – but which one?

Nana had turned up, and all hell was breaking loose. Hope had to wonder if Nana had met her match. Did they stand a ghost of a chance at saving the day and a witch’s life?

Love was in the air, and the clock was ticking. Who was the lucky mate, and would she be as happy as her mate?