A lighthearted paranormal romance featuring a witch who finds love on a magical quest—set in Half Moon Hollow, the “terrific vamp camp” (Publishers Weekly) first introduced in the Nice Girls series.
Nola Leary would have been content to stay in Kilcairy, Ireland, healing villagers at her family’s clinic with a mix of magic and modern medicine. But a series of ill-timed omens and a deathbed promise to her grandmother have sent her on a quest to Half-Moon Hollow, Kentucky, to secure her family’s magical potency for the next generation. Her supernatural task? To unearth four artifacts hidden by her grandfather before a rival magical family beats her to it.
Complication One: The artifacts are lost somewhere in vampire Jane Jameson’s occult bookshop. Complication Two: Her new neighbor Jed Trudeau keeps turning up half-naked at the strangest times, a distraction Nola doesn’t need. And teaming up with a real-life Adonis is as dangerous as it sounds, especially since Jed’s got the face of an angel and the abs of a washboard. Can Nola complete her mission before falling completely under his spell?
Harper serves up plenty of hilarity in her third Half-Moon Hollow smalltown fantasy (after The Care and Feeding of Stray Vampires). Nana Fee, on her deathbed, makes her granddaughter Nola Leary promise to hunt down the Elements, four everyday objects owned by Nola's late grandfather. If Nola can't find them quickly, her family's renowned healing abilities will disappear. The Elements are most likely hidden somewhere in Nola's grandfather's bookstore, now owned by vampire Jane Jameson. Nola reluctantly heads from Ireland to Kentucky and enlists the help of Jane and her friends while trying not to be distracted by hunky local Jed Trudeau, who has a few secrets of his own. Harper fans will be thrilled by this return to the hysterical world of Jane and crew, and even more delighted to add Nola's new face to the mix.
Another Wonderful Romp in The Hollow
By far my favorite of Ms. Harper's books that aren't centered around Jane Jameson Nightingale. These things are a very guilty pleasure.