Mae and Lela Cable are identical twins. Mirror twins, to be exact. They've lived a normal life...until now. Their moonshine-swilling, antique-hoarding, geriatric Aunt Bertha insists that they're descendants of Appalachian witches. What in the world are they supposed to do with that? Lela works as a doula and has a knack for medicinal herbs. She's the adventurous sister who enjoys the single life. Timid Mae pampers her house plants and is a recently divorced mom who has spent her entire adult life giving in to the desires of her family and ignoring herself. Can someone say self-care needed, stat? When the twins decide on a whim to travel cross-country to meet a dying, long-lost relative in the Great Smoky Mountains, they quickly realize that their entire lives were filled with curtains that hid the truth. Even their parents' cause of death was a lie. Now they're sick with mysterious symptoms, water is attacking Mae as she walks...

Lela finally gets a moment alone with hunky single dad Joseph and what should happen? A knock at the door. Of. Course. A man claims to be their dead father's hereto unknown brother. Erm, what? Not even Bertha knew about this guy, so the twins dive into family research, both mundane and magical. It would be cool to have an uncle, but what if he's a swindler? Unfortunately, magical family research isn't as simple as it sounds. In the process of verifying their new possible uncle's identity, Lela and Mae unleash something dark and deadly on Wears Valley. It's not all bad, though. Ted and Mae grow closer every day, and Joseph has been so helpful with the new drama. Plus, little Eleanor is a delight and Lela is smitten with the girl. On top of everything else, they still need to learn more about the coins, break the curse on the cauldron, and send Florie to her peace. None of which will be simple. All in a day's work for a...

Things are topsy-turvy in Wears Valley, and Lela and Mae must get to the bottom of it all before someone ends up dead... or worse. After barely saving their Aunt Bertha's life, Lela and Mae know their time is limited to find the attacker. But magical happenings start making local headlines. They can't help but get involved, and in the process, they discover a whole community of witchy friends who are just as stumped as the twins are about magic suddenly appearing in the mountains again. And now there are any number of suspects. Could it be the handsome nurse, George? Lela says no, but Mae isn't convinced. Lela suspects Mae's new professor friend. He seems all stuffy and reserved at first, but Mae soon discovers just how hot things can be under the surface. Bertha is just glad to be alive, and together with her and Harriet, the twins discover more about their heritage, their bond as twins, and their future.

Something is stirring deep within the twins' unearthed cauldron...and no, it's not Bertha's homemade moonshine. Lela and Mae finally found their tribe. After their magic trickles over to other granny witch descendants in the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee, now they have a coven and a home. Little do they know that the same magical source that supplies them with their powers can also make them deathly ill. Now they're struggling to offload their magic and share it with volunteers within their coven...even the men. Men with shiny, new magical powers? Surely nothing could go awry. In the midst of the twins' magical conundrums, a ghost from their family's Scottish past keeps popping out of the cauldron like a genie from a lamp. She's returned to issue a warning: the coins that Lela and Mae found on their family's ancestral farm can't be used by them, or anyone else, lest they be cursed for eternity. What's the worst that could happen? Eternal...