Moonshine, Magic, and Murder
by January Bain
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GENRE: Witchy cozy mystery
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BLURB:
Charm
McCall has a proven track record for solving small-town mysteries, but can she
figure out how to deal with a life event that threatens to harm the McCall
clan…
Charm McCall is once
more on the hunt to figure out why her cat has been seeing a ghost, why she’s
been shown a treasure map by, gulp, a dead guy and why her Auntie T.J. has
suddenly disappeared, bagpipes and all. That would be more than enough, but
with the upcoming Sadie Hawkins dance and its accompanying promise bags to
create and spell, to help her fellow Goddesses get their dearest wishes
fulfilled, she’s about run off her feet. Not to mention that now it’s legal to
sell marijuana in Canada, orders for pot brownies are spilling in and
threatening to crash her online store.
Charm discovers she
needs all the help she can get to deal with the arrival of her mother and the
beyond painful host of problems that creates for her family, find her Auntie
T.J. to save her hiney and discover who the real murderer is. That is, if she
wants her romance with Snowy Lake’s sexy Mountie, Ace Collins, to have any hope
of deepening…
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Excerpt:
“Careful! That box is already spelled! Anything could happen
if you mix them up,” I shouted at my triplet Star, who was paying me no mind,
just moving things haphazardly around as she ‘dusted’ the shelves of the Tea
& Tarot café.
Star twitched her whole body into a pretend robot, her
blonde curls bouncing when she dime-stopped her limbs in an abrupt series of
motions. It was a lightning change of mood that had become far too common of
late. I gave a deep sigh of frustration I didn’t bother to hide. She’d been
getting worse by the day, antsy no doubt for The Call. Darn movie people.
Telling her she had a role, then delaying production.
“Oh, really.” Okay, she was good at the robot dance, I’d
give her that, if a job ever asked for such a dubious ability. But that didn’t
stop me from rushing forward to rescue the Promise Bags. They held the precious
trinkets of all the females around town who were participating in the upcoming
Sadie Hawkins dance. Each midnight blue velvet bag had been magically infused
with a specific wish, ranging from a marriage proposal to a spa vacation. Mix
up those babies and all Hades will break loose, because this year the items had
been blessed under the decade’s most awesome supermoon.
Maybe that’s a bad idea? I chewed on a fingernail while I
worried about going too far in my overwhelming urge to have my fellow goddesses
receive their fair due from men who did not always appreciate them. Men could
be so lame sometimes, not reading the signals right under their very noses,
though that did not appear to be the case with our local Mountie, Ace Collins.
He could be a little too astute at times. Goddess, give me the strength…
The emotive notes of a musical instrument native to
Scotland, one that defied the noise ordinance of Snowy Lake, broke through my
worry fog.
Auntie T.J.
I set the rescued box safely aside on a shelf and scurried
toward the huge picture window of the Tea & Tarot café to where Tulip sat
perched on a stool. The third triplet of our McCall clan, she was a matching
bookend to Star, which made them both polar opposites to me with my Elizabeth
Taylor-esque violet-colored eyes and dark hair. Or at least according to Granny
Toogood, who loved her old movies.
Tulip was keyboarding as per usual on her computer, working
either on her ongoing blog posts or selling our newly rolled out ‘potcakes’ to
the Canadian masses. I sent a silent prayer to the goddess that the extra
revenue the items were supposed to bring in happened. We’d invested in
producing cannabutter to add to our spectacular line-up of bakery goods, and to
think it might go to waste if the idea didn’t catch on induced serious heart
palpitations. And that just isn’t right when a gal’s only twenty-one years old.
“Shoot! What’s Auntie T.J. up to now?”
“She only brings out the big guns when she feels
threatened,” Tulip said. “See, Sergei McCausland.” She pointed at the business
owner our auntie was serenading with her warmongering.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
January Bain
has wished on every falling star, every blown-out birthday candle, and every
coin thrown in a fountain to be a storyteller. To share the tales of high
adventure, mysteries, and full-blown thrillers she has dreamed of all her life.
The story you now have in your hands is the compilation of a lot of things
manifesting itself for this special series. Hundreds of hours spent researching
the unusual and the mundane have come together to create books that features
strong women who live life to the fullest, wild adventures full of twists and
unforeseen turns, and hot complicated men who aren’t afraid to take risks. She
can only hope her stories will capture your imagination.
If you are
looking for January Bain, you can find her hard at work every morning without
fail in her office with her furry baby, Ling Ling. And, of course, she’s
married to the most romantic man! Who once famously remarked to her inquiry
about buying fresh flowers for their home every week, “Give me one good reason
why not?” Leaving her speechless and knocking her head against the proverbial
wall for being so darn foolish. She loves flowers.
If you wish to
connect in the virtual world she is easily found on Facebook. Oh, and she loves
to talk books…
Blog Address -
http://januarybainjourney.blogspot.ca/
Twitter Name –
https://twitter.com/JanuaryBain
Facebook Page –
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