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Feel that chill in the air? It's the most haunted time of the year, and these quirky mysteries need solving…
Sometimes you have to dig up the past, even if it's six-feet under. Solve cold cases, visit haunted locations, and investigate ancient legends in this spooktacular collection of paranormal cozy mystery short stories from your favorite witchy authors. And just in time for Halloween!
Anthology includes 600+ pages of cozy mysteries from:
Amorette Anderson, Sam Cheever, J.L. Collins, Cate Dean, Erin Johnson, Shéa MacLeod, Mona Marple, Nova Nelson, Summer Prescott, Rebecca Regnier, Trixie Silvertale, Lotta Smith, Lily Webb, and Kirsten Weiss.
Buy Cold Cases and Haunted Places to treat yourself to magical tricks today!
Charms and Charges by Lily Webb
Alchemy, Arsenic, and Alibis by Shéa MacLeod
Murder, He Wrote? By Mona Marple
Charming Chalice by Summer Prescott
Druid by Kirsten Weiss
Haunted Tours & Evildoers by Erin Johnson
Hush Magic by J. L. Collins
Girls Fright Out by Rebeca Regnier
Reaper Madness by Nova Nelson
Bohemian to the Bone by Amorette Anderson
Wicked in the Water: Mandy's First Ever Case by Lotta Smith
Change in the Tide: A Maggie Mulgrew Mini Mystery by Cate Dean
Yesterday’s Fears: A Yesterday’s Paranormal Mystery by Sam Cheever
Ghosts and Bad Toasts by Trixie Silvertale
**Additional descriptions of each story can be found in “From the Back Cover” below
Prequel: An old house…a shadowy night…a tortured spirit...two lives irretrievably changed...
Pratt Davies is a police detective with the Saint Louis PD. He’s comfortable in his role…confident that he’s seen just about everything there is to see.
Until he and his partner answer a call to enter a home where blood curdling screams speak of horrific violence.
Inside the disturbing house, he encounters a strange, icy mist and something malevolent waiting just beyond view. Pratt’s confidence is shaken, his worldview smashed into tiny pieces…like shards of glass from a broken mirror.
His partner comes out of that house damaged, both physically and mentally, unable to even form a coherent response.
Pratt is so shaken he can barely function.
And he still has a murder to solve.
Who killed the couple living in that terrible house? What haunted the mist obscuring the scene? How did Pratt’s partner end up bleeding and babbling on the floor, something evil oozing through her gaze?
And how is Pratt…broken and terrified himself…ever going to solve a murder that has every indication of having been born in the ether?
Magical chaos, old enemies, new adversaries, and danger around every corner…I HATE this time of year!
Okay, I’ll admit it, this is my least favorite time of year. Yeah, I understand the enchantment of the season…I get that…but most people don’t have jobs that involve wrangling magic. During the last three months of the year, magical influences run rampant. And that means a lot more work for me.
And this year is the worst of all.
Why you ask?
Because I’m not only trying to wrangle the out-of-control magic artifacts flying around all over the place. This year, I also have to try to keep a magical cat and a talking frog out of trouble.
Goddess take the wheel.
Things are about to get really ugly.
A frog, a cat, and a hobgoblin walk into a bar…in the Jurassic period. Nope…not kidding. Okay, maybe it wasn’t really a bar. But it was definitely the local drinking establishment. For dinosaurs…
My old mentor, Alice Parker is back, and she’s brought a problem with her. A big one. One that’s already testing the sprite’s ability to keep it in lettuce and strawberries.
It turns out that Alice has been on the run for a minute, trying to protect a magical tortoise from a dangerous sorceress who wants it for herself. You might be wondering why anybody would want to steal a tortoise. Well, if you had the chance to travel through time at the push of a button, or rather the press of a turtle’s shell, would you take it?
Yeah, me neither. I have enough trouble dealing with this time and world… But clearly, we aren’t all diabolical magic users bent on our own empowerment. I mean, the possibilities for evil are unending if one can time-hop at will.
Luckily, I have two cats, two frogs, and a hobgoblin to help me stave off the latest crisis. The only question is…what am I going to do with a former KoA who was as ineffectual at the Keeper’s job as the goddess’s torn pantyhose are at holding water. The only thing she’d been worse at was training me!
And, more importantly, now that she’s here…how am I going to get rid of her?
Holy turtle trousers, this Keeper gig gets more challenging by the day…or the millennia!
The heart holds the potential for great love…and a deadly need to protect it.
Love potion? Really?
I don’t have enough trouble dealing with a cranky assistant, a mouthy frog, an opinionated cat, and a hobgoblin who thinks getting smacked upside the head is the best kind of fun?
Now I’m dealing with a love potion that turns a delightful human emotion into a death sentence.
As if I didn’t already have enough trouble with my love life.
Now I have to save someone else from dying of love.
This magical librarian gig is going to be the death of me.
Or…you know…of someone else.
How in the name of the goddess’s favorite sports bra am I going to do this Magical Librarian job? I have no idea what I’m doing. And the woman who’s supposed to be training me is…well, let’s just say she’s distracted and leave it at that. I guess I’ll bumble through. It’s become something of a trademark move for me.
My name is Naida Griffith and I’m a sorceress. I actually found that out not too long ago. I’ve lived with an undefined something burning in my belly for a while, feeling as if something wasn’t quite right under my skin. Then, on my eighteenth birthday I started getting headaches. Bad ones. And random stuff started following me around.
Recently I was approached by a group called the Société of Dire Magic to become Keeper of the Artifacts. A magical librarian. Given that magical artifacts have taken to following me around, I decided I might have an aptitude for the job. So I said yes.
But in the first few days, I’ve been flogged by flip flops, bludgeoned by gnomes, and discovered a corpse in a suitcase. Then there’s the woman who’s supposed to be training me. She’s…interesting.
Will I survive the training long enough to get the job as an artifact librarian? You might as well ask me if a caterpillar gets manis or pedis. Who knows? But I know one thing for sure. This gig is hard.
I’m going to do my best to succeed. Or die trying.
She's just a country girl who loves her dog. But her life is about to get less countrified and more...erm...homicide.
Deer Hollow is a small community built in a verdant, rolling countryside. The nearest big city is over an hour away and big city ways are rejected at the Hollow. Unfortunately, the big city isn’t the only place where bad things can happen.
Things like murder…which has a funny way of messin’ up a debutante’s day and turning a sunny Sunday in June right over onto its bucolic head.
This is no boring librarian shushing people from behind a desk. This librarian corrals rogue magic. But more importantly, she has a frog and a cat, and she’s not afraid to use them!
She's just a country girl who loves her dog…and her cat…and her pig. But a cold-blooded killer might suck the sweet right out of her bucolic little world.
Pence Lucklin has always had the luck of the Irish, though he’s about as far from Irish as you can get. It is, after all, how he got his nickname, Lucky Lucklin. But it appears that his luck has run out in a big way. That’s putting it mildly, I guess. Since Lucky just turned up dead, hanging from a tool hook at my family’s auction business.
Was Lucky’s death meant as a warning for me? Could this mean the return of an old villain? Will Hal and I be called on to help the local Deer Hollow police find a killer?
In the end, luck probably won’t have much to do with the outcome. Luck can be made. And as death stalks the people I love, I’m fully prepared to force the hand of fate and create my own luck. Or die trying.
In a small country town, justice might be swift…but rumor is swifter!
My name is Joey and I’m just a simple country girl. Nothing special at all. Well, except for the fact that I tend to find bodies all over the place. But aside from that I’m just like everybody else.
Oh, then there’s that really big secret in my past. The one that involves my parents dying in a fiery crash and me finding out that the person who caused their deaths might be after me too.
But none of that matters right now. What matters is that I have a problem. My friend, Deputy Arno Willager just arrested his mom for murder.
He’s devastated. And to make his problems worse, his mom’s beloved elderly dog is in bad shape. Yeah, long story, we’ll get into that later.
Arno’s mom…well…unfortunately she can’t remember a thing. So Hal and I─oh, Hal’s my boyfriend and he’s a PI─are trying to help Arno figure out who killed the troublemaker his mom was standing over with a bloody knife. Yeah, it’s quite a mess.
But with the help of my best friend Caphy (my Pitbull) and Hal, I’m pretty sure we can suss out a killer.
After all, we’ve done it a few times already!
A dead Realtor, a cranky cat, an adorable, depressed pibl, and a boyfriend who hasn't been...shall we say...totally honest recently. Joey's got bigger problems than figuring out when she'll get her next slice of banana cream pie. Though that certainly ranks high on her list of concerns.
Murder is sinking its hooks into the quiet countryside and dredging up ugly secrets. Deer Hollow is still a quiet little town steeped in Americana and known for its delicious country fare. But being named a top ten place to live just might have inspired an assassin to make the quaint country spot home.
As Joey searches for a killer, her past is dragged from the murky darkness where she’s hidden it. And secrets she never wanted to discover are rising like the stink of manure on a freshly fertilized field.
Auctus…Augment: A portal protector and her baby gargoyle, a guardian daemon, a hellhound, and a witch. Together, they must survive in a strange land filled with unknown monsters. Combined they must be strong enough to defy an elite group of magical terrorists. They are Auctus, augmenting the magic flowing through her world…but will they be enough?
I’m Glynn Forester. I’m Magis. More. Recently, in an attempt to save my friends and home from the Body, a group of elite magical terrorists, I accidently dragged them all through the portal I’m charged with protecting. We ended up in a place where monsters thrive and nothing is familiar. Survival is our first order of business. I need to figure out how to provide food, clothing, and shelter to the people I brought with me. Then there are the friends and problems we left behind.
I fully intend to go back and save our lost friends. If I can only figure out how. To do that, we need to stop the Body from imprisoning people and scraping their magic from them. A brutal process that kills more often than not.
Though the power of this new place sings through my veins, filling me with magical purpose, I’m in way over my head. I don’t know how to take care of so many people. I was barely scraping by just taking care of myself and Boyle, my baby gargoyle.
And then there’s Hawk, a powerful daemon guardian whose touch turns my bones to goo. And Nicht, his faithful Hellhound, who is fierce and deadly, unless he’s giving a certain baby gargoyle horsey-back rides across my living room.
How am I going to keep my people safe? How will I save my friends who we were forced to leave behind? What will I do about the Body? And the portal? And Grams? And…so much more?
One thing is clear. My relatively safe, slightly boring little world is gone, gone, gone. And I am up to my eyeballs in challenges I have no idea how to meet.
This should be interesting.