Hearth, Home, and Havoc: A Magical Romantic Comedy (with a body count)

Warning: This novella contains excessive humor, excitement, adventure, magic, romance, and bodies. Proceed with caution.

Dakota never intended to become the single mother of a goddess. To make matters worse, her daughter hadn’t quite figured out her role in the grand scheme of things.

Havoc isn’t supposed to be part of Hestia’s portfolio, but where the young goddess of the hearth and home goes, trouble surely follows.

When Dakota’s ex-husband barrels his way back into her life, a heavy dose of havoc is just what the doctor ordered. She just never expected to find love in the midst of murder.

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As always, the Monday mail brought nothing but heartache. I considered flinging the child support statement in the trash; did I really need to confirm California had garnered five hundred from my bank account to pay my multi-millionaire ex for the care of our son? Add in the three other bills, and I needed a shovel to dig my way out of my financial hellhole.

In reality, I did all right. I made enough to put aside a hundred every month for a rainy day. I’d gotten lucky. Ever since fleeing a smothering, unhappy marriage, I hadn’t needed much of my safety net. I chucked the bills on my coffee table to deal with later, leaving me with the child support statement and a handwritten envelope from an anonymous sender. On my way to the kitchen, I bucked up and tore open the statement to confirm Adken had, as always, received the money for Nolan’s care.

He had.

Nolan’s name on the paper was as close as I got to my boy—no, young man. At fifteen, I needed to think of him as a young man preparing to venture into the world.