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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 moth-ers, 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.