Deborah J. Martin

My magical abilities manifested relatively late in life and take some getting used to. And I don't quite understand where they fit into my very organized life.I work for a smelly, somewhat naive ogre, who tends to get himself into a lot of trouble. This time, he suddenly disappears while visiting New Orleans. No one knows how, where, or why. With my familiar, a cat named Fudge; and a friend and magical mentor, Gregory, I delve deeper into the paranormal world than I ever wanted to find my boss. It's not all unicorns and sparkles but, like humans, paranormals can have less-than-savory objectives. Along the way, I finally find a use for my newfound skills.

As a thirty-year-old single Virgo, Amy likes her life just the way it is, thank you very much. Juggling being an administrative assistant to a smelly, temper-tantrum-throwing ogre with a secret life writing paranormal romance novels and squeezing in her out-of-town werewolf boyfriend can be demanding but she manages to keep her red-headed temper in check - most of the time. Amy is faced with her greatest challenge yet when her magical powers manifest at the same time as her boss is kidnapped. As a strong Earth witch, her temper can cause disastrous things to happen. Can she adapt to the changes in her life and get her boss back without killing herself (or anyone else) in the process?

Ogres, vampires, dwarves, witches, wizards. Just a normal day for this human administrative assistant.My boss is a malodorous, temper-tantrum-throwing ogre who wears Armani suits. Like most ogres, he's not the most logical of thinkers, which is where I come in. I keep his business running smoothly while he schmoozes with high-profile people, some of whom are paranormals. Like one of his best friends, an agent to the stars who happens to be a centuries-old vampire. I'm pretty good at maintaining an even keel, until I fall for a handsome man who isn't what he seems. At the same time, a young vampire declares his love. Then there's the demon who threatens to blackmail me. On top of that, I'm seeing and feeling things I've never felt before. Like the swirls of light I saw when my BFF, who's a witch, cleansed my home. What happened to my well-ordered life?

With few exceptions, our ancestors did not store their cooking, medicinal, and magical herbs separately. If the lady of the house needed a pinch of cinnamon for a sweet treat, she reached for the same cinnamon she would use in a warm drink to ease a child's cold. That same herb would be used in a spell to ignite passion in her husband.Today should be no different. In this book, Master Herbalist Deborah Martin details sixty-nine herbs that will do triple duty, whether in your cooking pot, medicine chest or cauldron.

Herbal medicine has once again come to the forefront of the public's mind. Without research, many think that herbs are safe. Many are, yet many can be just as deadly as a dose of arsenic.Most everyone knows Socrates died from ingesting Hemlock. Have you heard about the Celtic chieftain who committed suicide by Yew? How about the duels between rivals who ate just half of a poison bean?From Abrus precatorius to Viscum album, Master Herbalist Deborah Martin takes us on a journey of discovery ... ninety-five herbs that, while they had or have their medicinal and magical uses, can be deadly.