Release date: May 25, 2015
Ezra Ravenhart has lived with the rumors of her family’s witchcraft her whole life. Too bad she doesn’t believe them—she’d conjure up a boyfriend. But the thing called love remains as mysterious as her Grana’s herb shop on their tropical island.
As a struggling journalist, Owen Cooper has to make a name for himself, and a tip that a real-life witch is living on Mango Cove may just lead to the big story he needs. Undercover as a shipwrecked tourist, he worms his way into Ezra’s family—and their secrets.
But how will he handle the fact that Ezra has found the magic answer to his heart when his body belongs in Chicago? And is their love strong enough to survive the evil stalking their every move?
by Christy Newton
“Naturally Enchanted is a spellbinding tale of romance and adventure with magical twists and turns that will keep you entranced page after page.” —Tanya Wright, author of If Only
Christy Newton is a hopeless romantic who enjoys dark chocolate and happily ever afters. She lives in Indiana with her loving husband and two amazing daughters.
An excerpt from Naturally Enchanted:
“We’ve been over this. I don’t need herbs to find my konpayon nanm.” The Creole word for soul mate rolled off Ezra Ravenhart’s tongue. “I need the perfect man for that. One who is smart, charming, funny and—” She paused to purse her lips. “Sees me for who I really am. One who probably doesn’t exist.”
Grana smirked and shook an emerald-bejeweled finger at her. Ezra couldn’t remember a time seeing her without the heirloom ring. A beaded silver comb held her long, pure white hair up in a loose twist. “Sometimes fate needs a little push, and don’t ever underestimate the power of herbs.”
“I wouldn’t dare.” A warm, floral breeze tickled the strands of beads hung in the doorway, sending a cascade of color throughout Mystic Herbs. With a smile, Ezra removed the small bottle of catnip from the lowest wall shelf. As she turned around, an anxious sensation accompanied by a sudden burst of energy took her by surprise. The bottle slipped through her fingers and, even though the glass didn’t break, most of the greenish-brown herb ended up scattered over the countertop.
“I didn’t mean to get you all worked up.”
Ezra removed a paper towel from the drawer. Still a bit shaken, she funneled the herb back into the container. “I’m not worked up. The lid wasn’t on.” After putting a scoop of catnip inside a white paper bag, she carefully corked and placed the bottle back in its place among the hundreds of colorful aromatic plants contained in clear glass and lining the shelves.
Grana’s aqua blue eyes lit up as she put her hands on her hips. “Mmm hmm. A little love vine wouldn’t hurt.”
“Good night, Grana. See you tomorrow.” She’d just turned twenty-one and Grana was already afraid Ezra would end up an old spinster. Okay, there was some reason for Grana’s fear. Except for her best friend, Piper, Ezra had spent much of her life alone. She’d filled her free time studying herbs in the garden or exploring the Forbidden Caves close by.
Mostly she’d kept to herself, because people thought Grana was a witch. They even accused her of mixing her herbal remedies in a cauldron. Of course Grana was a little eccentric and could do things with herbs no one else on the island could, but that wasn’t witchcraft. It was pure skill. And she was almost positive Grana didn’t own a cauldron.
Just because every Ravenhart woman had been a brilliant herbalist didn’t mean they were witches. She rolled her eyes. It didn’t matter. Let them think what they wanted. She’d learned long ago that Mango Cove Island was full of superstitious people, but Ezra wasn’t one of them. She saw the island for what it really was—a beautiful hidden paradise nestled in the North Atlantic.