The letter arrived on a Thursday. Marlowe Hart almost threw it away.

Bills, coupons, more bills… and then a thick cream envelope with her name written in looping handwriting that looked too whimsical for the modern postal system.

“We need you,” it said. “Come to Midnight Crossing at once. Bring comfortable shoes and an open mind. Margarita provided upon arrival.”

Marlowe had many questions, starting with: Why is the return address a place called Don’t Kiss a Frog Apothecary?

But when life falls apart — divorce final, job gone, apartment lease expired — sometimes the universe sends a sign.

Or in Marlowe’s case, a letter sealed with the faint scent of basil, moonlight, and trouble.

She should have known the trouble would include eccentric aunts she'd never heard of and a man with broad shoulders...but we’ll get to all of that soon.

Your first full chapter arrives shortly, Sister.

Welcome to the magic of the Midnight Margaritas Sisterhood.

Nyx