"Well, hello there, Mommy Dearest . . .
Georgia is forced to balance her mother's first visit with a murder investigation when a body is discovered at the ruin of the island's old lighthouse. Things are not as they seem, her friend Olive Henry's nightmares seemingly tied to a mysterious magic she can't seem to uncover. But when the past comes back to haunt them all, Georgia is forced to admit certain truths while dealing with the real reason the victim fell prey to homicide—before the death is the end of everything."
"What's an Inquisitor to do when she's not even sure she has a victim . . . ?
Now chief of the Whitewitch Island police department, if temporarily, Georgia is called on to intervene when a disturbance has her investigating at The Acropolis Hotel. Accusations fly about a missing girl her mother claims is dead, while the owner's nephew makes it clear he doesn't respect Georgia's authority or anyone else's for that matter. But when one of their number turns up dead alongside an older death that looks far too similar to be a coincidence, Georgia and Benny fall down a deep, dark rabbit hole of lies, deceit, double-crossing and homicide, among other criminal activities. But will they have to resort to magic to unravel the truth before the killer gets away with murder?"
"Common mortality or cunning murder? Sometimes a little magic goes a long way . . .
Retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake, with help from her Hades mastiff, Benjamin, is asked to investigate the death of a wealthy local patriarch on her new home, Whitewitch Island. While his normal human family insists he died from natural causes, her friend, medical examiner and necromancer, Dr. Mavis Fernsby, seems to think he's been murdered. And with his wife, a fellow paranormal hiding among mortals, begging for answers, how can Georgia say no?
What's more interesting, however? The strange, stray magic lingering around the family estate where power shouldn't exist, doing its best to distract her from the case she's there to solve.
With the clock running out and the family ready to consign the body to its eternal rest, can Georgia, Mavis, and Benny find justice for the dead? Or will a wee bit of magic be enough to disguise the truth?"
"When retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake's past comes back to haunt her, resulting in the disappearance of her mastiff, Benjamin, her choice to go after him is complicated by a murder that entangles her in local politics. Under scrutiny from an elite team, her magic blocked and with Harriet Quin asking for help, Georgia has to make a tough decision—throw caution to the wind and go after Benny or trust that he knows what he's doing . . ."
"A Tasty Kind of Afternoon
Not to be indelicate about it, but if Mom made me eat one more bite of cake, I was going to throw up. I'd honestly ingested enough dessert in the last hour to sink a submarine with no end in sight.
Don't get me wrong. I loved my mother's baking. But a girl has her limits, and I had finally reached mine, groaning, burping softly around the chocolate, vanilla, red velvet, buttercream, and banana that swam on the surface of a variety of other flavors I'd rather not taste again in reverse.
With renovations of the new annex to Petunia's in full swing, Fiona's life might be more in order, but her habit of digging into criminal cases hasn't changed one bit. Doesn't help when her mother is on the suspect list, the death of a famous cooking show judge leading Fee into the dark side of bake offs, television, and murder."
"A Model's Life
When Georgia agreed to join her young neighbor, Holly Henry, as background for a pro photo shoot, she wasn't expecting to have to trade her glamorous dress for a pair of gloves when one of the crew on the set dies during the session. With the victim's nasty personality creating multiple suspects, Georgia discovers beautiful photos can hide ugly secrets.
Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!"
"A Séance kind of evening
It was almost as if someone wrapped the room in a cold hand, chill in the air triggering goosebumps on my skin. I caught motion in the corner of my eye, turned in time to see a glowing, ghostly figure float through the pocket door and come to a halt at the far end of the table. This time, rather than a static image, the young man raised both arms, eyes black pits of emptiness, mouth gaping open as he reached for Emelia. Who screamed and reached back. 'Manuel!'
I'd be nominating Sadie for an Oscar for this performance. Right after my terror at this new and utterly believable trick allowed me to breathe.
When the psychic leading the seance she's attending ends up dead, Fee can't help but feel like her bad luck yet again put her in the wrong place at the wrong time. With Sheriff Crew Turner ordering her to stay out of it or else, her father, retired from the force or not, egging her on and a string of murders begging to be solved, she can either go home and be a good B&B owner or find out whodunit!"
"Never in my life had I thought I, Georgia Eirene Drake, only daughter of the fabled Drake family whose bloodline of Gold Dragon Emissary was only two generations removed, would find herself delighting in tiny aspects of normalcy like sorting plastics and waste into their respective receptacles.
Some might have seen it as the mighty fallen. I chose to find it satisfying.
Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer's personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she's witness to the death of Sam's old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman's past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder.
Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!"
"I skipped around a small stack of pylons while my deputy cousin unloaded more of the same from the back of the sheriff's pickup. I beamed at Robert Carlisle, not because I adored him. Quite the opposite. I couldn't stand the wretched little piece of loathing with his seventies-esque bush of a black mustache or his pompous superiority.
No, I grinned and waved out of sheer delight at his less than enthusiastic expression as he grunted his way through hefting a rather heavy looking barricade onto the sidewalk.
'Exercise is good for you,' I said as I kept going without offering to help.
'Your ass could use some lately, Fanny,' he shot after me.
He did not just call me fat and Fanny in the same sentence.
Fiona Fleming has no intention of getting involved when Mayor Olivia Walker hosts a parade for the celebrity couple whose fame she's been using to promote their town. But when the local ski lodge can't accommodate and Willow Pink and Skip Anderson end up staying at Petunia's, Fee is not only front row center to a murder, she's trapped in her own bed and breakfast with the suspects when the frenzied media descends on Reading looking for the story of a lifetime."
"Come to Whitewitch Island, they said. A nice place to retire, they said . . .
Retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake has left the paranormal world behind after the death of her partner in the line of duty. Along with her job investigating crime and murder. With her Hades Guardian mastiff, Benjamin, and raven pair for company, she moves her entire life across the continent to escape not only the loss but her oppressive and powerful family. But someone like George isn't meant for a nice, quiet retreat to the normal human world. The biggest problem? Crime and murder aren't through with her. When a local is killed by unusual means, she is recruited by the eager but untested sheriff to assist in uncovering the truth. Except, doing so means digging up the past that most residents of Whitewitch Island would rather forget . . ."
"Hello there, Ms. Popularity
Retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake has had two weeks to settle into her new home, including fourteen delicious days watching adorably attractive handyman, Sam Spencer, work shirtless on a regular basis. While his reluctance to express his affections continue to trouble her, Georgia's romantic entanglements fall to the wayside when a team of treasure hunters arrives and takes over the sea caves with claims a pirate ship might be hidden there. When one of their number turns up dead, Georgia is again on the hunt for a killer. But is the death tied to the treasure or is there something more nefariously mundane behind it all?"
"A Multiple Drink Kind of Night
Why was it fancy Valentine's Day drinks were always tinted red? Reminded me more of gore and mayhem than anything to do with romance. Which said a lot, I suppose, for my state of mind when it came to relationships and dating.
No bitterness in Fiona Fleming toward the opposite sex or anything.
I sipped carefully at the mimosa the bartender smilingly handed me and shrugged off the sweetness. It had alcohol in it, so I guess it would do. A few of these and I might even find a way to enjoy myself tonight. Yeah, right.
Fiona Fleming would rather be home, at her bed and breakfast with her pug Petunia snuggled up to her while everyone else celebrates Valentine's Day without her, thank you very much. Instead, she's been recruited to attend another of Mayor Olivia Walker's Reading, Vermont tourism promotion events. But when the young majority stakeholder in the White Valley Ski Lodge ends up dead, she's ready and willing to help Sheriff Crew Turner and her father uncover who killed their victim while a snowstorm cuts them off from the rest of the world."
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