Willa Blackmore

When a carnival rolls into the small North Carolina town of Henley-on-Hale, it brings more than just cotton candy and merry-go-rounds. Beneath the bright lights and cheerful facade lies the key to something ancient and terrifying. Something hungry.

Still reeling from events that occurred on the strange little island off the coast of Savannah, Tula Whitlow returns to North Carolina hoping to find some answers to the questions now surrounding her birthright, her newfound powers, and maybe her very soul.

The Whitlow witches often rub elbows with all things that go bump in the night, but what will they do when Hell itself comes calling?

A Whitlow is missing, and the quest to find her takes Tula and her sisters to a dangerous and magical island off the coast of Savannah. She'll need to survive an unearthly hoard, a disappearing sun, spirits gone mad, alligators, and maybe the scariest of all, a group of drunken thespians.

My family, the Whitlows, are basically the supernatural Corleones of the Carolinas. We run a magical safe house disguised as a quaint inn, backed by more old money than sense.