Something Wicked to Haven Hollow Comes... At least, I hope it’s not wicked. What is it? A book. But it’s not like any book you’ve ever heard of or seen before. First off, it’s animated, and I swear it acts like a little dog, complete with a wagging red bookmark tail. Secondly, the only person who can read it or see any of the pictures within the ancient and worn leather binding is my thirteen-year-old son, Finn. The book, which Finn names ‘Vellum,’ randomly shows up outside my door at Poppy’s Potions one night and begs to be let in. As if that weren’t enough to cause the hair on the back of my neck to sit up and take notice, Vellum has an owner. And a few days later, I meet that owner. His name is Alixandre Osmont, and he’s a traveling magician. Only, he’s a magician who really possesses magic. Not only that but there’s something about Alixandre that seems strangely… familiar, though I’m sure I’ve never set eyes on him before. Yet, my soul doesn’t seem to agree. Oh, and Alixandre just happens to be gorgeous with a capital G, and he’s British and has a voice that could melt glass. But I digress. Anyway, while constantly reminding myself I have a caring, loving, and wonderful boyfriend in Marty, I can’t help but feel guilty regarding this strange and overpowering attraction I have to another man. And, what’s stranger still is that Alixandre seems to return my same bizarre and confusing feelings. It’s not long before my personal life is in turmoil, and that’s when I learn Finn is in trouble. The only person I can turn to, the only person who can help me fight off the dark powers trying to gain control of my son, is Alixandre. Stuck between a rock and a hard place, I do what any caring mother would—I go after my son and damn the consequences.