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All three books in the spellbinding YA trilogy hailed as a smashing blend of adventure, fantasy, humor, romance, and historical fiction (Booklist).
For cousins Emma, Gretchen, and Penelope, the stuffiness of 1814 London society is simply unbearable. But their fates change when a sacred glass family keepsake is accidentally shatteredand all three young women find themselves gifted with powers of witchcraft. For in the coming days, they will most certainly need them . . .
The Secret Witch: London is slowly sinking into darkness as the evil beings of the magical world start to roam free, including a nefarious coven whose powerful members gain their strength from killing young witches. Emma keeps finding the bodies of their victims, leading some to suspect her of the killings. But the coven sees her as something much moretheir next target.
The Whisper Witch: As a Whisperer, Gretchen constantly hears the murmurs of other witches spells. And while this does help her to know when one of her own spells is going wrong, the assault on her magical senses makes it difficult to use her own gifts. But when something evil begins menacing London, only Gretchen and her cousins can stop a terrible sacrifice from unleashing an unspeakable darkness.
The Bone Witch: Cousin Penelope has been kidnapped and forced to use her talents for reading objects to locate the bones of long-dead evil witches. Her captor plans to use the bones to reanimate their dark spirits in living bodies and unleash them on an unsuspecting world. And the only hope to stop such a nightmare rests with Gretchen, Emma, and every witch in London as they struggle to reach Penelope in time.
Full of action, romance, and humor, these three witchy, wonderful young adult adventures are sure to appeal to those who were fans of Libba Brays Gemma Doyle series and the Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer (VOYA).

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The Drake Chronicles

Vampires with bite and girls who bite back. A witty, exhilarating and fresh take on an old tale. Kelley Armstrong, New York Times bestselling author

Fabulous and fast-paced! The perfect escape read. RT Book Reviews on Hearts at Stake

A smart mix of darkness and humor. Publishers Weekly

The Witches of London Trilogy

A gorgeously gothic and gripping novel. The Guardian on The Secret Witch

Spell casting and paranormal creatures enliven this Regency fiction, which offers a cast of strong, witty women fighting for a higher good, all while finding romance, dressing up prettily, and going to lots of parties. Publishers Weekly on The Secret Witch

The relationships in this book are the highlight. I love how [Emma, Gretchen and Penelope] are always looking out for each other and are ready to kick butt at anyone. YA Midnight Reads.comon The Secret Witch

Will leave readers spellbound. DarkFaerieTales.com on The Whisper Witch

The Secret Witch

For my mother, Je taime.

Part 1
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Prologue
1814

Breaking into a dead womans house was easy work since she rarely complained.

Breaking into a dead witchs house was a different matter altogether.

You were as likely to come across some bit of wandering magic as a weeping relative pacing the floor. When a witch died, many of her spells unraveled and the results were unpredictable at best. Moira might get lucky and the house wards would break first. On the other hand, Mrs. Lawtons ghost might push her down the stairs.

Shed have to risk it. One-Eyed Joe wanted what was inside, even if he didnt know it yet. And the old ladys body would be hauled off to the cemetery tomorrow. Moira had no intention of becoming a grave robber.

Moira stayed crouched on the roof next door for over an hour, watching carefully as a household lamp was carried from room to room. The gargoyle on the corner of the Lawton house was draped in black bombazine, like the mirrors inside would be. Mourning extended to all parts of the house, and the ghost was expected to protect its family while the gargoyle slept.

Finally, the lamplight floated upstairs. She waited an hour after it was extinguished, just to be safe. She wished she had Strawberry with her, but her friend was off on another job. And if she took one of the boys theyd want the bigger cut just for being there. Even though Moira had been stealing things to sell at the market since she was nine years old, and some of those boys barely had a year under their belts.

She hopped over the gap between the roofs and slid down a drainpipe to the parlor window on the north side of the building. It was customary to leave it open for the spirit to pass through. Moira didnt mind sharing with a ghost; she was used to sharing the rooftops with vampire pigeons, rats the size of hedgehogs, and Nigel the snorer. She left a muffin on the sill as an offering. Mrs. Lawton might have preferred wine or sweets as many spirits did, but Moira only had one lemon-drop candy left and she wasnt about to give it up for a dead woman with no taste buds.

She wiggled inside, grateful poor girls didnt have to wear corsets, and Madcaps didnt even have to wear dresses. Her trousers were frayed in one knee and two sizes too big, but they were comfortable and allowed her to move in ways that would have snapped the spines of soft aristocratic girls.

The house smelled like whiskey, cheap lamp oil, and a dead body. There was no odor of lemon balm, which was a relief. Warlocks smelled like lemon balm, so she knew for sure that she was stealing from a regular witch. Warlocks just werent worth the risk. They were ruthless in life and worse in death.

Moira paused, waiting for her vision to adjust to the gloom and assessing her surroundings. The protective eyes painted on the thresholds and over the lintels were draped in black material, just like the gargoyle had been. There was the usual assortment of chairs and trinkets. She didnt know how people lived in such close quarters with so much clutter. She hated the feeling of being inside a building, without a view of the sky or seven different escape routes at all times. Moiras feet burned, the way they always did when she was courting trouble. She tried to ignore it, reminding herself the walls were soft enough to kick through, if worse came to worst.

She knew the upstairs had two rooms and the attic was full of mice. Shed sent her familiar inside earlier in the day, just to be sure. Having a cat as a fetch was infinitely more practical than the wolves and eagles the fancy witches coveted. They might be more romantic than an alley cat, but you couldnt exactly send your wolf-familiar into the body of a real wolf in London to any reasonable purpose, could you? Cats, on the other hand, were everywhere and rarely noticed.

A scrawny russet tabby with a bent ear leaped out of Moiras rib cage. The fiery pinpricks in her heels subsided to a low warning itch. The first time shed felt Marmalade leave her body, Moira had thrown up. And then spent the night crying because she thought she was going crazy. One-Eyed Joe found her and fed her mint tea and told her stories about witches and magic. Hed taught her to avoid the Order and never sell to a warlock without a disguise and that her familiar was her closest ally, literally created out of her own magic.

Marmalade swiped at her leg with a ghostly claw. Blood welled on the scratch.

You know, Strawberrys familiar is a little white mouse. She brings her flowers. Marmalade knew full well that Strawberrys familiar was a mouse; keeping the two apart was a constant struggle.

Magic clung to the cupboard on the wall and billowed like pink steam out of a teapot. Old lady Lawton was a tea-leaf reader and shed protected the tools of her trade and the magical artifacts in her home from tampering and theft. Luckily, Moira wasnt interested in those.

She crept forward to the dining table. It was covered in a white sheet on which Mrs. Lawton lay in her best dress. Her gray hair was curled and a silver brooch was pinned to her collar. Moira left the pin even though it would have fetched a decent price. It wasnt what she was after and it felt rather rude, considering.

She gently pried Mrs. Lawtons eyelids open. They felt like stiff paper. Her right eye was cloudy and vacant, her left perfectly clear and blue as cornflower petals.

The glass eye of a blind witch three days dead.

She popped it loose, trying very hard not to hear the vile popping sound it made when it came free. She tucked it into the pocket of her striped green waistcoat, refusing to gag.

She placed a coin over the eye socket, as payment. It wasnt stealing if you paid for it. And, if you believed in the old stories, you had to have a coin to pay your way to the other side. She hoped it would appease the ghost long enough for Moira to slip out the window.

It wasnt enough.

Mrs. Lawtons spirit sat straight up out of her body and screeched.

Thief! Thief in the house!

Bollocks! Moira jumped a good foot into the air and then stumbled back against the wall, gasping. Bloody ghosts. Marmalade hissed, fur rising like a boot brush. When no one came running to investigate, Moira released her breath.

Mrs. Lawton didnt drift forward like pollen or moonlight or any of the things poets claimed. Ice skittered over the floorboards as she slammed into Moira, mouth opening wide to show rotted teeth. Her breath was toads and mushrooms and mildew.

Moira clamped between her teeth an iron nail shed dug out of a rafter. The iron helped, but it didnt banish Mrs. Lawton completely. The ghosts hand closed around Moiras throat. Her touch burned even as frost filled the space between them.

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