Accidental Magic (Myrtlewood Mysteries, #1)

by Iris Beaglehole

They were humble people who cared more about God than anything else, unlike Granny, who said God better watch out because she had designs on the job.

The man righted himself and growled. Fangs popped out at the corners of his mouth. “No sodding way,” Rosemary said. “You’ve got to be kidding me.

Rosemary didn’t get a chance to properly say goodbye to Marjie, but she did slip some money under her tea cup to cover the meal, knowing full well that Marjie wouldn’t dream of charging her. “Stop doing that, Mum,” Athena said. “People will think we’re Americans.”