Midlife Magic in Marshmallow Series by Keira Blackwood

I knew hot flashes were supposed to be hot, but I didn’t expect flames.One day I’m in anger management, normalizing the cordial hate between me and my husband. The next, we’re divorced and he has taken both our house and the business we built together. I’m forty years old and living above our empty restaurant, plotting my next move.And then the world around starts lighting up—literally catching on fire... moreI knew hot flashes were supposed to be hot, but I didn’t expect flames.One day I’m in anger management, normalizing the cordial hate between me and my husband. The next, we’re divorced and he has taken both our house and the business we built together. I’m forty years old and living above our empty restaurant, plotting my next move.And then the world around starts lighting up—literally catching on fire. I’m starting to think my defining characteristic may not be my snark or my cupcake-baking prowess, but spontaneous combustion. I’m done suppressing my anger. I’m done playing by other people’s rules. Ready to take the reins on my destiny, I’m making the choices I used to be too afraid to make. Like my favorite cast iron skillet, women get better with age. And at forty, I know exactly who I am and what I want. I’ll embrace the fire and the fury. This is my life, and I’m in control. less

Scrapbooking is magic, and so am I. Or at least I would be, if I could take a freaking nap already.What kind of dream witch can’t even make herself fall asleep? A tired witch. A middle-aged, raising-her-teenage-son-alone witch.I’m supposed to keep the magic world a secret. I’m supposed to dream the future. But supposed-to’s are for suckers. At forty-one, I’m done with doubt. And I’m not about to let anyone else tell me what I can or can’t do... moreScrapbooking is magic, and so am I. Or at least I would be, if I could take a freaking nap already.What kind of dream witch can’t even make herself fall asleep? A tired witch. A middle-aged, raising-her-teenage-son-alone witch.I’m supposed to keep the magic world a secret. I’m supposed to dream the future. But supposed-to’s are for suckers. At forty-one, I’m done with doubt. And I’m not about to let anyone else tell me what I can or can’t do.My life is a scrapbook, a collection of adventures, each one leading to the next until every page is full. I’m learning, adapting, growing. Armed with my sleepy sloth tea and my golden spork, and with my coven by my side, I’ll take on every challenge that comes my way.Nightmares better watch their backs, because I’ll be sporking them. less