Spices. Succulent Cuisine. Potioneer.

The clock is ticking.

Ebba Mignon, a naturally gifted chef and owner of The Mignon’s Place, never envisioned partaking in the witchery craft or having half-sisters, Opaline, and Narda. But here she was with only 45 days to find her soulmate/future husband and her witch talents to reveal themselves to her.

How was she expected to accomplish this burden in order to defeat Alyaaluladonati, the ancient one, from killing the three of them?

Neal James, writer for the Best Places to Eat in MN, schedules an interview with Ebba Mignon, in the small town of Onamia. He isn’t prepared for the deep affection he experiences for her or to admire her culinary art skills when they meet.

Believing in the supernatural takes Neal and Ebba on a journey that neither thought possible, transforming their passion into the right ingredients to last a lifetime.

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Release Date: July 13, 2026
Genre: Paranormal (Witch) Romance

~ A Pink Satin Romance ~

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Excerpt

Chapter One

Ebba Mignon still couldn’t believe she had two half-sisters, Opaline Lunn and Narda Hunt, as she leaned against the counter in the kitchen of her restaurant. They had just left, and she could feel a void surrounding her. Their presence had given her the strength to do things she hadn’t thought possible.

Opaline was slender, with long blonde hair and green eyes. Narda was also slender but instead had coal-black hair with the same green eyes. She, on the other hand, had auburn hair, brown eyes, and a more curvy figure. They were so different yet have the same blood and witch powers.

In the last few weeks, they had solved part of the secrecy behind their unusual births, because their mothers, who were witches, had put binding spells on them when the girls were children, which led them to their father, who was a creature from an unknown world. He had impregnated all three of their mothers, resulting in her and her sisters being born on the same day, November eleventh.

Ebba frowned. That was only forty-five days away, for those who were counting. Time wasn’t on their side. Or should she say on her side at the moment.

Opaline and Narda had given her an assignment to brew a potion. Not just a simple one, but one to protect them from their evil father.

The other part of her assignment was to find the love of her life, her soulmate.

Could she make such a potion? Or find this one special man?

She wasn’t a witch yet.

Recently moving to Onamia, Minnesota, a small Midwestern town, wasn’t giving her a good chance of finding him or him finding her. With not many eligible men in sight, Ebba was at a loss in that endeavor.

Sure, her patrons loved all her creations. She knew she could cook amazing meals by adding a few spices or flavors to the dishes. And she had the ability to alter a dish to fit a person’s special dietary request.

But brew a potion? Had her sisters lost their minds?

Nope. That was not going to happen.

It was one thing to find out she had sisters. That she could handle. But when Opaline had announced that their mothers had been witches, and that the three of them were too, was another story.

For the past year, since she opened The Mignon’s Place, she’d been having dreams of her mother, Olexa, who would tell her about spices. She would tell her how to combine them to make other flavors so that when consumed, they could alter the person’s sensations. Just like coffee and sugar could.

Ebba thought it had been her mind playing tricks on her and that the dreams were only old memories of her mother she’d forgotten. Never would she have put herself into a category of being a witch, of all things. That was just too out of this world for her.

But then their discovery of their father was another mind-boggling realization. She’d always suspected she was special, but to call herself a witch was a pretty far-fetched idea.

She didn’t have her powers like Opaline and Narda did.

It turned out Opaline could do verbal spells and had caused quite a problem with a man named Pete Cline.

Ebba held in her laughter at the memory of Pete handing out roses to women with auburn hair. Oddly and unknowingly, Opaline had put a spell on him during the speed dating event. That was the night she met Opaline, and they figured out they might be sisters because of a picture they’d found.

Then Narda had walked into their life with the power of angel numbers. And they learned that the three of them were indeed sisters.

“No. This can’t be happening.” Ebba’s words bounced off the walls. No one was there to answer her.

How did a person begin brewing a potion? Maybe she should watch some of those old shows, like Sabrina the Teenage Witch or Charmed. Doubting anything they showed would really work, Ebba scrubbed those ideas.

After determining she had no choice, she took a bowl from the lower metal rack to her left and placed it in front of her. Then she reached inside a cabinet, lifting out an old metal box. The box was cool to the touch. It didn’t have any markings on the outside or inside. It was simply a vintage recipe box.

Opening the lid, a wonderful mixture of scents drifted upward. The old paper recipe cards brought back memories of her and her mother cooking side by side. They would pretend to be cooking for guests, but it ended up being only the two of them who would eat the incredible dishes. Her mother would always sing a song while she baked.

“It’s your time to shine. Pick the flower with care, like I did with mine. You might think it’s a dare. Use the stone, the thyme, to make it fine. And all will disappear into the air.”

To this day, the song never made sense. They’d never picked any flowers together but had used the herb thyme in almost everything they had made.

At Opaline’s bookstore, a couple of months ago, both Opaline and Narda revealed similar songs. It was then she remembered her mother singing the first part of the song when she was a little girl.

“Hush, hush, my only strength.”

That was then. This was now. She stared at the empty bowl and all the recipe cards. Now what?

How did she—no, how did a witch begin to brew a protection spell?

She was about to throw the bowl across the room when her cell phone rang. The phone number was a six-one-two area code, which meant it was a Minnesota caller.

Ebba put the call on speakerphone and answered, “Hello.”

“Hi. Is this Ms. Mignon?”

“Yes, this is. Who is this?”

“I’m glad I got a hold of you, Ms. Mignon. I’m Mr. James from Best Places to Eat in MN. I was told The Mignon’s Place is a place I need to visit. I would like to come up next weekend.”

Ebba’s eyebrows drew together. Mr. James, from Best Places to Eat in MN, wanted to try her food? And write a review?

This couldn’t be happening. He was well-known for his critiques. It could make or break a restaurant.

“Next weekend is going to be hectic. Mille Lacs Lake is hosting its yearly fishing competition, and I’m usually packed to the gills,” she said as she smiled at her play on words.

“Gills. I got it. Are you always this funny?”

“Not always. Just when I’m nervous.” She added a pinch of basil to the bowl along with a fourth of a teaspoon of thyme. “I’m sorry. Who did you say told you about my restaurant?”

“I didn’t. I don’t mind eating with tourists since I’d be one too.”

She rolled her eyes and took a leaf of rosemary from its dish on the counter, adding it into the bowl. If her sisters wanted a potion, the basil was good for confidence, rosemary for love, and thyme for courage.

Her mother had drilled these things into her, but she had never guessed the true meaning of them. Had she been teaching her about potions back then? She forced her mind to remember more. What other ingredients could she put into the bowl?

“Ms. Mignon? Are you still there?”

Crap. She’d forgotten Mr. James was on the phone. “I’m here. Just planning tomorrow’s menu. It would be an honor for you to come. What’s a little more added stress? All’s good.”

“Come now. Don’t be nervous. I’m just a customer.”

Like hell he would be just a customer. His review could establish her restaurant as the place to eat at or put her on the list of drive-on-by places. “If you must come next weekend, then so be it. What do I need to do?”

“Nothing. I like to give the restaurant I’m about to critique a heads-up. Don’t do anything special on my account. Your website says you open at eleven. Is that correct?”

Oh goodness. He’s looking at my website.

“Yes. The times are correct. Why wouldn’t they be?”

Why was she being so snippy with him? Was it because she found his deep voice sexy? She rubbed the back of her neck and shook her head. Sexy? Why would she have thought of that? She hadn’t even met him.

“Ms. Mignon, I can tell this is going to be fun. I’ll see you next weekend.”

“Can’t wait to meet you. Thank you for choosing my restaurant to critique.”

They both said their goodbyes and hung up.

Sighing, Ebba closed her eyes for a moment. Her day became outrageous in a matter of minutes. When she opened her eyes, she saw she had unknowingly added other items to the original three ingredients, but what they were, she didn’t know. She decided to pour in some water and apple vinegar.

After stirring the mixture, she poured it into a couple of canning jars. Narda had said she would use the liquid to make some candles that they might need in the near future. She wasn’t sure why they needed special candles though. Ebba once again leaned against the counter, deep in thought.

Witchcraft, as far as she was concerned, was a tricky business to get into. Not that she had ever tried, but you had to believe in the supernatural to make it work.

That would be like taking a leap of faith into the unknown. Was she ready to do that, all for the sake of family, and to save themselves from some unknown evil force?

Ebba heard the front door of the restaurant open and shut in the distance. It meant the employees were showing up to prep the food for the day’s menu. She quickly took her mother’s old recipe card file box and shoved it onto the back of the shelf.

 

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