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Castles & Cauldrons - A Castle Point Witch Series - Book 2

Castles & Cauldrons - A Castle Point Witch Series - Book 2

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Castle Point's nunnery is wreaking havoc on Alexandra Heale's personal property. The nuns, under the rule of an ancient demon, are acting anything but holy.


Main Tropes

  • Female Heroine
  • Witch Hunters
  • Demonic Possession



Castle Point's nunnery is wreaking havoc on Alexandra Heale's personal property. The nuns, under the rule of an ancient demon, are acting anything but holy.

Alexandra's best friend and fellow witch, Penny, is missing, presumably kidnapped and being held by the Witch Hunters in the bowels of Castle Dagon.

Alexandra, now High Priestess of the underground witch population, is already at the mercy of Blake Sheraton, Deputy Sheriff sworn to uphold Earl Dagon's ancient law against the practice of witchcraft.

Battling another demon and a group of possessed nuns while trying to save her friend will surely cinch her fate.

Alexandra, torn between her love/hate feelings for Blake and her desire to exist, enlists the help of badass Master Herbalist and burgeoning witch, Theodora Cunningham, to do the impossible; create a potion that would banish the demon and bring peace back to Castle Point.

If only they could do so without being captured and burned at the castle pyre...

Intro Into Chapter One


Earl Dagon was chasing me.

I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear him. His

heavy footsteps were closing in on me. My breath
quickened as I slipped in and out of the dark corners of Castle
Dagon, desperately trying to !nd a place to hide. I could almost
feel his breath, hot and putrid, as he huffed and puffed with the
pace of his footsteps. His voice, a fleeting thought..

“You can’t hide from me, Evelyn. I know you’re here. I will
find you, my darling. You will be mine again.”

I opened my mouth to scream “No!” but nothing came.
Chilly spikes of fear stabbed every part of me. I lunged forward,
into another dark corner, heading toward the castle door. The
Earl, hearing me, quickly shifted and closed in on me once

Every step I took felt like running through sludge. My feet,
heavy with fear and tired from running, threatened to fail me
before reaching the door. With all my energy, I took the last
lunge towards the door. Pulling back, like a cat about to pounce,

with heavy legs leaped forward, willing the voluminous sludge to
release my feet. I lunged for the door.

Earl Dagon snarled, his footsteps right behind me. A large,
clammy hand clasped around my neck, forcing me back, then
spinning me around, toppling me to the ground...

I woke up when I hit the floor.

Relief flooded my body as I looked around, recognizing
my bedroom. I was wrapped in a burrito of blankets and
sheets, laying on the !oor. Sticky sweat dampened the
sheets and my hair, now clinging to my face and wrapped
around my a large hand, choking me.

It was a dream. A really terrible, terrible dream.

They were coming more frequently now, since my
daring jaunt to Castle Dragon to get a peek at an ancient
book sequestered under lock and key in the library. Black‐
jack and I had taken a wee nap in an off-tour bedroom,
waiting for everyone to skedaddle. I had my first dream of
the Earl then. He seemed to mistake me for his Evelyn of
Cumbria - the witch he professed to love, who broke his
heart and ended up burning on the castle pyre.

The Earl Dagon wasn’t after me. He wasn’t even alive.
He was a piece of my history, my ancestry long since dead.

Thank the Goddess.

Blackjack sauntered into the room as I attempted to free
my arms from their tangled position. He jumped up on my
chest and sat.

“Havin’ some troubles, woman?” His silky voice floated
through my mind.

“A bad dream, Blackjack.”

Blackjack lay where he sat, curling his paws under his
chest. “I heard a thump. Did you fall off the bed? Or have you
taken to sleeping on the floor?”

I peered at him, my arms still trapped in the blankets, gobs of hair masking my face. “I fell off the bed, you

“Oh, what fun.” Blackjack’s emerald green eyes, a match
to my own, glistened. “You should probably get off the dusty
floor. You’re not the best housekeeper, you know. Your dust
bunnies have dust bunnies,”
he pulled out a paw and licked it.

“Ever so helpful, as always, you mangy brat.” He was far
from mangy, but I knew what piss-him-off buttons to push.
His fur, also a match to my hair, a luxurious jet-black from
hours of incessant cleaning, shone in the sun now beating
through my bedroom window.

I rolled, tossing a surprised cat onto the floor. His legs
splayed out, momentarily gripping the blankets before he
recovered and sat, casually licking the same paw he’d been
busy with a moment earlier.

Blackjack stopped licking long enough to stare up at me
as I shook the sheets from my body and stood. “You’re pre-
caffeine personality leaves much to be desired.”

“Back at-ya you little demon.” I gathered the blankets,
tore the fitted sheet from the bed, and piled them on the
floor in the hall to put in the laundry after my shower.
Blackjack strutted from the room, tail high in the air. For a
twenty-something cat with attitude, I couldn’t imagine
living a day without him. Luckily, I wouldn’t have to. He
was a gift from my mentor, Waldo Cress, before ‘Cressy’
continued his mentoring from the other side. Blackjack was
a kitten when Cressy gave him to me. A magical familiar
that was bound to be mine until the day we both crossed
over and joined Cressy on the other side.

In the meantime, I had to put up with his snobbery and
blasphemous back end.

I mean, the farts that cat could conjure...

A giggle-snort escaped my lips just thinking about it.

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Customer Reviews

Based on 9 reviews
Possessed Nuns! Heck yes!

What's not to love about this book? Seriously! A hypnotist witch, her quirky best friends, a talking cat who is as obnoxiously loveable as you'd expect... PLUS some serious romantic tension was thrown in the mix! The second book in Tammy Tyree's Castle Point series certainly didn't let up or let you down! I loved, loved everything about this book! While it was different from the first in a lot of ways, you can tell it's building to an EPIC showdown in book 3. I can't wait!

A must read!

I loved this book. It’s possible it was even better than the first book in the series. I laughed out loud. I couldn’t put it down, I had to keep reading to find out what happened next. I can’t wait for book 3.

Super fun read!

A compelling read right from the first page!
The characters seem so real, I can picture them so clearly in my imagination as I am reading. The story is colourful, fast moving, funny, sassy, steamy, fun and filled with twists and turns.
I can't wait to read the next book!

Witty & Fun!

I can not get enough of Alexandra and her friends. Just as good, if not better than the first book. It's witty, fun and will keep you guessing til the very end. I can't wait for the next book!


A fun read and a real page turner. Who could ask for more in a book!