The Witches of Wormwood House
Wormwood House doesn’t just have skeletons in the closet - it has a corset in the walls.
Beatrice Blackwood, the First Witch of Wormwood, views reality as a series of equations to be solved. But when a structural miscalculation causes the East Wing to collapse, it unearths a variable she hadn't accounted for: the Corset of Truth. This isn't your grandmother’s foundation garment. Woven from silver and spider-silk, the lace doesn’t just cinch the waist—it squeezes out the most scandalous, repressed secrets of anyone within its emerald glow.
As the seven Blackwood sisters succumb to the garment's erotic enchantment, the rigid Edwardian decorum of Mallow-by-the-Sea begins to fray. The local Vicar’s theological resolve is dissolving faster than sugar in gin, and the pompous Mayor Finch is finding it increasingly difficult to hide his own silken predilections.
When a local fisherman washes up on the pier, bone-dry and pulsing with an unnatural light, Elspeth’s alchemical tests reveal a terrifying truth: the witches' private passions have begun to leak into the very sea itself.
In a house that breathes, groans, and watches, the sisters must master the lace before their darkest desires become the town's most public scandal. After all, at Wormwood House, the truth doesn't just set you free—it binds you tight.
The Leak & The Lace
In a village suffocating under the weight of Edwardian propriety, the three Blackwood sisters of Wormwood House have a wicked solution.
Beatrice, Elspeth, and Ivy are witches, but not the kind that curdles milk or frightens children. They are connoisseurs of chaos, architects of desire, and purveyors of the one thing the village of Mallow-by-the-Sea desperately needs: the truth.
Distilled from the enchanted silk of a truth-extracting corset and a healthy measure of gin, their Madame Blackwood's Tonic for Female Vigor is more than a remedy for pale complexions. It's a key. A single sip doesn't just loosen corsets—it shatters inhibitions, unleashing a torrent of long-suppressed confessions and carnal appetites that throws the entire village into delicious pandemonium.
But as the vicar's wife develops a taste for public blasphemy and the blacksmith’s wife rediscovers her own formidable power, the sisters realize their creation has taken on a life of its own. A sentient, silk-obsessed entity born from their magic is now stalking the rooftops, harvesting stolen lingerie and weaving a web of collective desire that threatens to unravel the fabric of reality itself.
Now, the Blackwood sisters must contain the beautiful, hysterical mess they’ve made—all while navigating their own tangled desires with the local constabulary and fending off their creation. Can they control the truth, or will it consume them all?
Perfect for fans of witty historical fantasy, sizzling paranormal romance, and bedroom farces where the secrets are as intoxicating as the gin.
Female Truth & Tonic
*** Coming soon: The Vicar's Vigil..... In September ***
