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A Blend of Magic

A witch cannot exist on potions and tea alone.

Hiding in the shadows, staunch singleton Willow Anderson is content running her successful business, The Enchanted Emporium. With Christmas days away, she’s eager to exchange selling bespoke tea blends and spells for extended bubble baths and binge-watching festive movies snuggled next to her Maine Coon, Vincent.

Nate never usually runs away from his problems, but drunk and disorientated, he finds himself in a small fisherman’s cottage in the Yorkshire coastal town of Whitby. After discovering his girlfriend’s affair, he is in no rush to return to the City. His wish for time alone in a Christmas-free zone comes true until an uninvited feline guest arrives. 

Neither Nate nor Willow want company, especially from each other, but they have little choice when concussion means they must spend at least twenty-four hours together. Sparks fly and not just the romantic kind. When darkness from Willow’s past returns and threatens to destroy all she has worked for, pursuing a love affair is the last thing she needs.

With meddling ghosts and a teenage apprentice with her own matchmaking agenda, love and change are in the air.

But can Willow face her fears, and the past, to capture the happiness she deserves?

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Kate Kenzie may not be Yorkshire born and bred, but it’s where her heart is and why her fictional worlds are set in the Moors and her favourite haunt, Whitby. Creator of the Enchanted Emporium and its residents, she blogs book reviews and author interviews at The Enchanted Emporium Bookshelf.

Part-time writer, and full-time dreamer, if she’s not reading from her over flowing TBR pile, she is writing or drinking tea. Like many, she always dreamed of being an author but notebooks of half-finished novels and children’s stories were pushed aside in adulthood until a random Facebook conversation rekindled her passion for world building. By receiving a bursary for the RNA New Writer’s Scheme, she found her tribe.

Awarded the Katie Fforde bursary this year, she writes romantic and paranormal fiction, especially witch lit.

Her short story, The Ghost Writer is available in an anthology, Byline Legacies by Cardigan Press.

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An early extract from A Blend of Magic where Willow first discovers The Enchanted Emporium.

Willow always struggled to sleep, or rather, stay asleep. When darkness fell, even with a burning night light, sleep would evade her, and when her eyes finally closed, lung-crushing panic would wake her. Often snatches of the dreams fled before she had a chance to catch and analyse them, leaving behind anxiety and unease. Other times, they were filled with memories she would rather forget. She’d tried herbal concoctions, spells, even hypnosis, before she succumbed to seeking help with conventional medication, but that led to her being trapped in her fear, unable to escape, paralysed until the drugs wore off. Never again, she had decided, so she ran. She sprinted through the night until exhaustion took hold and she collapsed into a dreamless sleep.

Last night was no exception, despite her hopes the sea air and cosy room in Mrs Ramsey’s B&B would act as a sleeping draught and lull her to a deep sleep. Willow found herself on the clifftop bending over her burning thighs, fatigued from climbing the famous 199 stone stairs which wound up the hillside to St Mary’s Church and Whitby Abbey. She forced herself to sync her breathing with the waves crashing on the rocks below. Inhale. The salty, fishy air shocked the anxieties silent, a numbing relief from the continual scream left over from her disturbing nightmares. Exhale. Her fears and crushing panic were released into the brisk North Sea air. Her heart rate slowed, and body calmed. She uncurled and stretched, allowing herself to look down at the slumbering town and harbour. Shrouded in the darkness, the rambling streets she had left were quiet, a contrast to the hustle and bustle she’d experienced earlier in the day. The occasional light shone from houses, and Willow wondered what the residents’ stories were. Were they awake soothing a crying baby, burning the midnight oil for a deadline, or were they like her, haunted by dreams they couldn’t escape from?

The cool breeze hit her face, urging her to unclasp the clip holding back her hair. With her face tilted to the heavy moon, she stretched and felt alive, revitalised after a long hibernation. If Louise could see her now, she would have burst out laughing, encouraging Willow to savour the moment and hold it tight, like she did the last time they were here. On this cliff.

A nudge and pressure against her legs forced her to look down. A black cat wound itself around her. Its intense amber eyes, glistening in the moonlight, stared at her. She bent to stroke the silky feline, but it disappeared, only to materialise metres away on a wall. As she approached, it darted away towards the steps, urging her to follow. It led her past the shops and cottages of Church Street, through lanes and short cuts she recognised and some she didn’t. Disorientated, she saw the cat once more in the entrance of a shadowy ginnel. Instinct took over common sense, and she entered the dark, damp alley. Moonlight led the way as it shone on the courtyard ahead, revealing the derelict shop. The cat waited on the step before it faded away. Willow stood enchanted, not by the store with its twin bay windows, but by the tingle of excitement bubbling inside her and the potential she could see. For the first time, the wanderlust that had seen her travel and live from a backpack vanished and was replaced with the desire to stay and have a place to call home. The battered For Sale sign propped against the wall clinched the idea.

Now, with the sun straining to filter through the clouds, the witch and the cat met again. They acknowledged each other and Willow whispered her thanks before it melted away. Witch’s Yard was where she belonged. It was the perfect place to put down roots. The perfect place to hide.

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