<p><em>Sometimes all it takes is murder to discover who you truly are.</em></p><p>Myrtle Coldron shared her parents&rsquo; practical view of the world, so when she was orphaned as a teenager and sent to live with an aunt with more than a few Wiccan leanings, her worlds clashed. Intent on escaping from all things witchy and an aunt with a decided idea of who should be given her magical lineage, Myrtle settles herself in academia, far from the small medieval village of Avebury.</p><p>But when she receives a call about her aunt&rsquo;s mysterious death from a fall from the attic, Myrtle&rsquo;s carefully constructed world falls apart. Guilt-laden from ignoring her aunt&rsquo;s pleas for help as simply more of her witchy ramblings, Myrtle returns to Avebury to bury her aunt, sell the Witch&rsquo;s Retreat&mdash;her aunt&rsquo;s witch-themed inn&mdash;and put this part of her life behind her forever.</p><p>Yet the sleepy, historic village will not let her be: at turns met by cryptic folks and strange happenings, including threatening notes, footsteps in the attic in the middle of the night, and a plant with a mind&mdash;and legs&mdash;of its own, Myrtle determines she owes it to her aunt to find out what happened. Distraught and hounded by a selfish cousin, two daft but well-meaning sisters, and two equally handsome&mdash;and equally suspicious&mdash;boarders, Myrtle soon discovers that taking a practical approach to things otherworldly isn&rsquo;t the best plan and that denying her lineage&mdash;and her powers&mdash;may just cost her her life.</p>