Blasted Bloomers: Loon Lake Magic, #0

By Maaja Wentz

Blasted Bloomers 

First date in cursed underwear?

Tonya is shocked when the hunk of her daydreams asks her out. He must be toying with her, or is he? To make sure he likes her, Tonya snitches magic panties from the notorious Witch of Loon Lake. Will her risky plan end in triumph or disaster?

Read this free urban fantasy book to find out. Expect a little bit of mystery, a touch of romance, and a whole lot of suspense in this comic tale of Loon Lake magic.

This story is a prequel to Feeding Frenzy, set before Tonya begins university.

Loon Lake Supernaturals 

Prequel: Blasted Bloomers

Book One: Feeding Frenzy: Curse of the Necromancer

Book Two: Double Dead Magic (coming soon)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loon Lake
• Release date: Jul 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533733252

Maaja Wentz

Maaja Wentz is an award-winning writer of fantasy and mystery stories. Her short mystery, “Inside of a Dog,” is available in ebook form. It first appeared in Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine which called it "very original." To hear about upcoming publications and get free stories, join the Loon Lake reading club at maajawentz.com.

Book preview

BLASTED BLOOMERS

By Maaja Wentz

IN THE MOVIES, magic is big. It’s all dragons and wizards and fighting evil, but in Loon Lake, magic is part of the landscape — a secret kept from the outside world.

Tonya’s parents officially condemned magic use and her aunt never practised publicly, but Tonya wasn’t fooled. Aunt Helene could charm the shell off a turtle then sell it back for profit. The same power that made her supernaturally persuasive also made it easy to distract the minds of those who wished to trace the source of her power. Where did it come from? At seventeen, Tonya itched to know, especially when Aunt Helene came to stay with them for a couple of days while her Herbal Healing shop underwent renovations.

That night, the sound of women giggling woke Tonya.

Tonya’s bedroom was on the second floor of their split level home. Driven by curiosity, she got out of bed. Tonya slipped out of her room and went to the pine handrail which fenced off the upstairs hallway from the high-ceilinged living room below.

Her mother and Aunt Helene sat on a worn leather couch on the wall farthest from Tonya. Soft light reflected off two glasses and the whiskey bottle which sat on the coffee table in front of them. Tonya had seen her mother drink wine, even beer, but never whiskey. Was something wrong? From the way they whispered and snickered like schoolgirls, it didn’t seem so. She stepped back from the railing into the shadows where she couldn’t be seen.

"I can’t believe you