Bedrest Blues & Otherworldly Clues (Mystical Midlife in Maine #17)

They say pregnancy is magical, but in my case, its utterly bewitching chaos.

Ive faced power-hungry witches, ancient monsters, and supernatural armies—but nothing prepared me for carrying magical triplets while a psychotic supernatural named Lyra hunts us down. Every contraction sends ripples through reality, and my babies arent even born yet.

Now Im trapped on magical bed rest, watching my family battle corrupted creatures from behind a shield of pillows while my unborn children levitate the furniture. Did I mention Lyras also planted magical traps throughout our home, corrupted our protective wards, and is planning some ancient ritual that requires my Pleiades power AND my babies?

Aidon and my family are fighting to keep us safe, but our enemies get stronger each day. As they grow, the triplets magic is becoming harder to contain—one minute theyre creating protective barriers, the next theyre accidentally reversing gravity in the living room.