A Hidden Witch's Spell For Scrying A Lost Vampire

by C.N. Rowan

Overview

Kidnap plus theft equals total catastrophe.

Our first date ends in disaster—Silas is kidnapped by his vampire brethren, and worse, our magical masks that allow us to travel between worlds are gone too. Which means I’m officially more than a little screwed.

With no way to reach the vampire homeworld, Silas is doomed—branded a traitor and marked for execution.

But I’m not giving up.

Walking between worlds is my family’s magical inheritance. If I can find someone to guide me through the In—between, I just might reach the vampire realm in time to save him.

All I have to do is outwit an entire planet of deadly super—predators.

Oh, and not get lost forever in the space between worlds.

Easy, right?

A Hidden Witch’s Spell For Scrying A Lost Vampire is book three in A Broken Hotel for Magical Misfits—a series that’s custom—made for lovers of strong heroines, quirky magical characters and found family, all woven together with heart, humour, and action—packed adventure. And that’s to say nothing of the slow—burn romance that spans the series…

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781036710262
Publisher:	Vinci Books Ltd
Publication date:	05/05/2026
Series:	The Broken Hotel for Magical Misfits , #3
Pages:	300
Product dimensions:	5.10(w) x 7.80(h) x 0.00(d)

About the Author

C.N. Rowan (“Call me C.N., Mr. Rowan was my father”) is the Award—winning author of the imPerfect Cathar series. It’s been a strange, unbelievable journey to arrive at the point where these books are going to be released into the wild, like rare, near—extinct animals being returned to their natural habitat, already wondering where they’re going to nick cigarettes from on the plains of Africa, the way they used to from the zookeeper’s overalls. Rowan came originally from Leicester, England. Somehow escaping its terrible, terrible clutches (only joking, he’s a proud Midlander really), he has wound up living in the South—West of France for his sins. Only, not for his sins. Otherwise, he’d have ended up living somewhere really dreadful. Like Leicester. (Again – joking, he really does love Leicester. He knows Leicester can take a joke. Unlike some of those other cities. Looking at you, Slough.)

With multiple weird strings to his bow, all of which are made of tooth—floss and liable to snap if you tried to use them to do anything as adventurous as shooting an arrow, he’s done all sorts of odd things, from running a hiphop record label (including featuring himself as rapper) to hustling disability living aids on the mean streets of Syston. He’s particularly proud of the work he’s done managing and recording several French hiphop acts, and is currently awaiting confirmation of wild rumours he might get a Gold Disc for a song he recorded and mixed.