Identity Spell

Magic often works in unexpected ways. Identity isn't always who we are. Sometimes it's who we choose to be.

I desperately longed for any plans on Halloween. The problem was, I couldn't seem to score an invitation to the most mysterious party in town. Not to mention, my boss decided my husband John and I were closing his occult shop on Halloween, so I'd have to settle for some lame party afterward. I wasn't even sure what I wanted to wear.

After a vision gave me the prefect costume idea, it was only a matter of meeting the right, myseterious man to snag the invitation I'd been dying for. The catch? The party required costumes and unbeknownst to me and my husband, we'd pick out the perfect pair to lure our mysterious host. But when fantasy and reality collided at the party where gothic elegance met depraved debauchery, neither of us felt quite like ourselves. In the end, that was exactly what we needed to fulfill our greatest desires.