Pregnancy Pains & Mystic Chains (Mystical Midlife in Maine #16)

Whoever said pregnancy is magical clearly never had to deal with actual magic while pregnant. Trust me, trying to cast spells when your center of gravity has its own zip code is no picnic. But here I am, attempting to save Maine from supernatural disaster while growing three tiny demigods.

Just as I was getting used to my new life of pickle-flavored ice cream and floating prenatal yoga (literally), my nemesis Lyra decides its the perfect time to unleash chaos. Now Im stuck on doctor-ordered bedrest, which is as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane when youre a witch with...

Whoever said pregnancy is magical clearly never had to deal with actual magic while pregnant. Trust me, trying to cast spells when your center of gravity has its own zip code is no picnic. But here I am, attempting to save Maine from supernatural disaster while growing three tiny demigods.

Just as I was getting used to my new life of pickle-flavored ice cream and floating prenatal yoga (literally), my nemesis Lyra decides its the perfect time to unleash chaos. Now Im stuck on doctor-ordered bedrest, which is as useful as an umbrella in a hurricane when youre a witch with a penchant for trouble.

While my divine baby daddy Aidon and our ragtag magical crew are trying to stop Lyras latest scheme, Im left battling heartburn and trying not to turn my well-meaning visitors into toads. (Hormone-induced magic is real, folks, and its not pretty.)

But when Lyra manages to lure me out with promises of peanut butter-dipped jalapenos and vengeance, I realize this isnt just about my swollen ankles anymore. With more problems emerging and magic surging, Im in a race against time, contractions, and cosmic forces I barely understand.