Tena StetlerAuthor of Paranormal Romance/Suspense & Cozy Mysteries With Magic Spark!

A little about Hidden Gypsy Magic:

Discover the consequences of awakening hidden Gypsy magic!

The Salem Wildlife Sanctuary is Gwen Taylor’s life work.  Her Irish Gypsy heritage provides a hidden talent she uses to help the creatures under her care.  But even her magical skills can’t help new rescues in dire need of veterinary care.

The opportunity of signing on as the vet for Gwen’s sanctuary dropped into Brock Scutter’s lap after he expanded his practice to include wildlife. The personal attraction he and Gwen experience is undeniable the more their professional and personal lives collide.

Touring the only “non-haunted” house in Salem they both feel a spark of magic.  A trip to his family’s cabin uncovers a heritage he didn’t know existed.  If they want a future together, it means facing the consequences of awakening hidden Gypsy magic and a race against the clock to correct past wrongs.

A sneak peek between the pages of Hidden Gypsy Magic: The hook.

He waved a hand toward the beach behind the cabin. “Our land stretches from where we turned onto the gravel road, all the way to the beach and several acres in both directions.” Spreading his arms wide, he motioned from side to side. “We can take a hike after we get settled.”

“I’d like that.” She jumped off the running board and opened the back door to the pickup tugging out her bag.

“Let me get that.” He rushed around the front of the truck.

Stubbornly she held onto the bag. “I’ve got it. You get yours and the door. We’ll have to come back out for the rest of the stuff.” She grinned up at him. “Since you do have the key.”

Suitcase in hand, he stopped to finger one of the gas lanterns, then sprinted to the door and opened it. Inside a little fire burned merrily in the fireplace, not a speck of dust in sight. The kitchen table was set for two and the aroma of lobster stew wafted through the air. “What the heck?”

Peering over his shoulder, Gwen gasped. “Someone expecting you?”

“Not that I know of. It’s been a couple of months since anyone has been here.” A warm feeling of family he remembered from childhood enveloped him as he closed the door behind Gwen. The polished golden oak floors shone as if Molly’s kids hadn’t been the last to tramp through here. Not that Molly wouldn’t have cleaned up after them, three boys, but…

Gwen put her bag on the floor and glanced around. “Who takes care of the cabin when no one is here?”

“Nobody as far as I know.” He made a mental note to call Molly and ask her.  The door stood wide open a gentle breeze wafted through the cabin.

Gwen put her hand on her hips. “Someone does. It doesn’t magically stay this spotless. And who went to all this trouble to fix a delicious meal”

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