BELTANE CURSE By Tracy Cooper-Posey

Witchtown Crossing Story 2.0

Paranormal Women’s Fiction Novel

Releases on May 29th, 2025. Pre-Order now!

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Spring in Haigton Crossing means bonfires, magic… and murder investigations.

I thought I’d finally settled into my new life—running my mother’s inn, trying to keep the bills paid, and ignoring the fact that the town’s doctor gets under my skin. But nothing in Haigton Crossing is ever that simple.

Beltane is coming, and the town is filling up with visitors. The FBI is here, too, investigating a murder—and they have their sights set on one of the town’s own. Meanwhile, the land itself is faltering, my dreams are haunted by warnings I don’t understand, and the magic of Beltane is rising, wild and unpredictable.

If I don’t untangle what’s happening before the bonfire is lit, Haigton Crossing may never be the same again.

This book is part of the paranormal women’s fiction series, Witchtown Crossing:

1.0: Crossroads Magic
2.0: Beltane Curse
…with more to come!

A Paranormal Women’s Fiction series of novels.

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EXCERPT FROM BELTANE CURSE
COPYRIGHT © TRACY COOPER-POSEY 2025
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The kitchen was clean and sterile, for I had left it that way. I was the only one who worked in here. So far. If guests became common, I would have to rethink that, but for the last three and a half months I’d only had to feed Haigton residents. That was a whole ten people, including those who lived in the hotel, which was me, Ghaliya, Hirom and Frida. But Broch was a vampire, and didn’t eat. I was only cooking for nine.

After surviving as a short order cook in a super busy diner for two years, feeding nine people was a doddle.

The kitchen was large and had a long steel table running down the middle of it. I always kept the table clear between meal prep. The big white envelope sitting on the end of the table stood out.

I picked up the stiff envelope. My name was on the front. The logo on the top left of the envelope made my heart jump.

The Judicial Branch of California. The Family Court was included in that branch, and I’d had my share of experiences with the Family Court.

I knew better than to put the envelope aside and get on with lunch prep. The unopened letter would burn a hole in my skull, and I’d make mistakes and ruin the meal. Six of the nine locals who ate in my dining room paid me to deliver edible meals. So did the three guests.

The nice thing about reaching fifty is that you finally get to understand your own nature a little better and sometimes, occasionally, took notice of that awareness.

I opened the utility drawer and took out the paper scissors and sliced the end off the envelope and pulled out the thick wad of pages and opened them up. My heart raced as I read the headline on the first page.

ORDER TO SHOW CAUSE AND AFFIDAVIT FOR CONTEMPT

I drew in a shaky breath and read on. My brow ached and I realized I was frowning hard enough to make the muscles protest.

It took a few tries to make sense of it. I put the packages of pages down on the end of the steel table. My hand was shaking.

Jasper, my odious ex, was suing me for failing to pay the taxes on his house. The obligation had been a part of the divorce settlement, and at the time, a way for me to avoid having to pay maintenance, which I couldn’t afford. But he’d sold our family home and bought a two-million-plus mansion on the Brentwood edge of the Hollywood Hills. I’d covered the November payment. Just.

Now I owed the City of Los Angeles seven thousand dollars.

Plus interest.

The payment had been due on the first of February, and officially became delinquent on April tenth. Today was the sixteenth.

Jasper hadn’t waited a week to sic his expensive legal barracuda onto me.