Witch Way Today: Paranormal Women's Midlife Fiction Novel (Silver Sisters Book 5)

Witch Way Today Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel Jennifer L. Hart Elements Unleashed Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Note from the Author Witch Way Tomorrow Chapter One Maeve My ass had gone numb. Considering that I was hanging out in a cave with a bunch of witches and the fae king, I figured it had more to do with the rock I was leaning against than multiple sclerosis. “How are you holding up, Maeve?” Becca, the white witch who was leading the circle, called out. “Fine.” The word came out through gritted teeth. I liked Becca. We’d been friends since we were in elementary school and Sibby and I used to go over to her house and watch television, something we hadn’t had access to at home. Magic and tech didn’t mix, so no Duck Tales, She-Ra, or Thundercats for us except when we went to Becca’s. Even so, she wasn’t asking anyone else how they were holding up. Across the cave, Alys winked at me. My big sister knew how much it irked me when people babied me. Just because I had a chronic illness didn’t mean I needed to be tended to like Sibby’s infant daughter, Valerie Elaine. Though between the two of us, I probably spent more time in bed. Multiple Sclerosis, or as I referred to my degenerative disease, MS Priss, could be a total bitch. “How much longer?” Andreas, the fae king, paced the outer edge of our group. “It takes however long it takes.” Becca didn’t look up from where she was studying a revitalization spell in her family Grimoire. I couldn’t blame Andreas for being impatient. If it had been my husband, Kal, frozen in the supernatural version of carbonite I would have been rabid, too. When Alys and I had first encountered him, we’d promised to do everything in our power to help restore his beloved if he would take up his rightful place as the fae king. After all, Alys, Sibby, and I were the strongest witches in existence. We hadn’t expected to run through every spell and potion in our own family’s library with so little to show for it. Gwen remained in the same place she had when we’d first seen her over a year ago. Nothing we’d tried made a dent. “Okay.” Becca cleared her throat and took off her reading glasses. “Everyone back in the circle. Let’s try this again.” Though my sisters and I weren’t part of Becca’s official coven, we hung out with them to celebrate the Sabbats and shared knowledge of witchcraft. I looked at Sadie Fitzgibbons-Carter who’d summoned a demon to take care of her cheating ex. She was the most out of place in the cave, dressed in designer skinny jeans encrusted with rhinestones, and a knit tank that tied right above her pierced naval as well as wedged-heeled sandals. Her hair and nails were salon fresh. She looked like a middle-aged horror movie victim. Alys wore jeans too, but hers were old carpenter style, the kind she donned whenever we were out tackling demos for our home renovation business. That was the don’t fuck with me side of my big sister, the one that used a sledgehammer for therapy. I was still shocked she was going to give it all up and become a teacher. Well, not exactly a traditional teacher, more of a magical instructor to help the clueless newly empowered magical practitioners find their way in the supernatural world. She would be the guide that we hadn’t had but desperately needed. Sibby had on a white tank top and leather pants. Her hair, finally even after over a year of growing out was the color of eggplant, and the jewel in her eyebrow stud matched. Her leather jacket hung off a stalagmite. She’d ridden her motorcycle for the first time since Valerie Elaine had been born, while Alys and I had brought the baby in my minivan. Both of my sisters wore boots. The other members of Becca’s coven, Traci, Tully, and Monica, all wore shorts and T-shirts. So did I, but unlike them, I wasn’t shivering from the cavern’s cold. My temperature was a mess. That was standard for summer. Heat and humidity had me wilting like a plucked daisy. At least we weren’t out in the sun, aka my kryptonite. Time spent in the sun usually led to my body betraying me and forcing me into a state of uselessness. We formed a seven-person circle around the woman trapped in stone. I stood between my sisters and directly opposite Becca. In the middle of the circle was the woman we were trying to free, Andreas’s Gwen. My gaze stayed fixed on her. Why did some people never catch a break? I knew what it was like to be trapped while the world kept moving. How it felt to be left behind. Candle lights flickered on the wet stone walls. Becca’s voice rang off the stone as she called the winds, one from each direction. It wasn’t like when Alys used her mother nature gift to summon a storm. The air didn’t stir so I thought whatever it was that Becca did was more symbolic than magical. Unlike myself and my sisters, Becca’s coven didn’t have inborn magic. They could practice craft and do smaller spells, and even pool their resources. But their magic was limited. Ours wasn’t. I didn’t understand the why of it, not the way Sibby did, but according to her research, the Silver family line was what was referred to as a legacy in the magical world. That meant we were born with innate mystical gifts and able to have a greater effect on those around us. “Envision our end goal, everyone,” Becca