Her town is running out of time. The one man who can save it doesn’t believe in magic at all.
Clementine Marsh brews the kind of tea that mends a broken heart, loosens a stubborn tongue, and (now and then) sets the kettle whistling a warning. As the tea witch of Marigold Hollow, she keeps the cozy little town and its small magics in good order. What she cannot keep is the time. Marigold Hollow lives a half-step outside the ordinary world, hidden and safe, and its days are kept true by the old clock in the square. Since Clemmie’s great-aunt passed, that clock has been losing time, the seasons have started to slip, and by the Harvest Moon the Hollow will fall out of true for good.
The lore is clear: only a true-seer, someone who can look at a thing and see its real time, can find where the Hollow has cracked. And the only true-seer for a hundred miles is Sam Crane, the gruff, aggressively rational clockmaker who has come to fix the tower, doesn’t believe a word of any of it, and never stays anywhere.
Clemmie has four weeks to thaw a man made of locked doors, get him to see what he keeps refusing to, and ignore the very inconvenient way her heart steeps every time he almost smiles. But mending the Hollow takes more than a believer. It takes a keeper who will stay. And Sam Crane has never stayed anywhere in his life.
The Tea Witch of Marigold Hollow is a cozy, closed-door paranormal romance full of grumpy-skeptic charm, kitchen magic, clockwork wonder, a one-eyed cat with opinions, and a small town worth staying for. The first chime in the Marigold Hollow series. Low spice, high warmth, guaranteed happily-ever-after.
Put the kettle on. Stay a while.
