Gran used to say that a strong woman looks a challenge in the eye and gives it a wink。 To be sure， flirting with challenges is a terrible idea。 Ask me how I know。

All Bree really wants is to bury her head in the sand， somewhere in the south of France while a hot pool boy rubs lotion on her back。

Instead， Bree gets blackmailed by the Council of Savannah into a job she doesn’t want—though it does take her to France。 They need her to bring a witch back to Savannah for a trial that Bree is sure is a load of hooey。

But not just any witch。 The first one。 The oldest one。 The one who makes a t-rex look like he’s howling about a sore tooth。 The one who makes the wicked witch of the west look like your sweet old nanny， the one who 。 。 。well you get the picture。

Bree’s job？ Find her。 Befriend her。 And convince her to come back to Savannah for safekeeping。

But someone else has gotten a head start， and their reasons for tracking down the miserable old witch are far worse than the council's reasons。

None other than a sexy， growly blacksmith with pretty eyes who makes Bree’s panties melt even though she knows he isn’t for her。 And he is looking for the same miserable old lady。

Throw in a lovesick siren， and a slew of new problems， and you’ve got Bree’s next adventure busting at the seams。 And no， it isn’t because her pants are too small。