The day of his arrival in colonial Massachusetts in 1692, Desmond Harvey is befriended by four witches claiming to be travelers from the 21st century.
Being a witch and practicing magic could mean the difference between life and death. Swinging by a tree branch with a noose around your neck was the death part. But there was always a downside to not practicing magic, too. When you needed it the most, it didn't work. It was a hard lesson to learn that came at a cost. It was a damned if you do and a damned if you don't kind of situation. You had to weigh your options and choose very carefully.
She brushed her fingers across her lips. "Baby Jesus, Joseph, and Mary. You kiss her like that, Desmond Harvey, and she's bound to be yours until her dying day, and perhaps even after that."