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    Mouse in the House: A Magical Mouse Caper: A Magical Mouse Series, #1
    Mouse in the House: A Magical Mouse Caper: A Magical Mouse Series, #1
    Mouse in the House: A Magical Mouse Caper: A Magical Mouse Series, #1
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    Mouse in the House: A Magical Mouse Caper: A Magical Mouse Series, #1

    By DeAnna Drake and DeAnna Cameron

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    This house mouse might be a walking, talking wonder, but it'll take every one of his special gifts to catch his landlady's killer.

     

    A freak accident at birth gave house mouse Max the ability to speak, but an ego-bruising life lesson taught him to keep his muzzle shut. Now, he leads a quiet life at the Reginald Arms, a struggling boardinghouse with a troubled past.

     

    At least he did until cupcake-making marvel Darla Jo Masters moves in to help her aunt run the place and lures him from the shadows with the delicious scent of her freshly baked treats. She's also whipping up ideas for home improvements to keep her aunt out of bankruptcy.

     

    The only problem is, Landlady Jenkins doesn't want Darla Jo's help, and she might be trying to sabotage them by working with the local newspaper to sensationalize an old family scandal and rumors of a resident ghost.

     

    When Landlady Jenkins turns up dead, Darla Jo is the prime suspect. The cops think it's an open-and-shut case, but Max is standing by his friend. Can this timid little critter save an innocent girl, or will his vow of silence allow a killer to get away with murder?

     

     

    If you're a reader who likes cozy mysteries, cute critters, and cupcakes, Mouse in the House is for you. It's a super-sweet, absolutely clean and family-friend book suitable for all ages.

    THE MAGICAL MOUSE SERIES
    MOUSE IN THE HOUSE by DeAnna Drake (available 9.19.23)
    LESSONS IN LATTE by Merrie Destefano (available 10.10.23)
    PAWS ON THE PIER by M.G. Wetherholt (available 10.31.23)

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFine Skylark Media
    Release dateSep 19, 2023
    ISBN9798223080435
    Mouse in the House: A Magical Mouse Caper: A Magical Mouse Series, #1
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      Mouse in the House - DeAnna Drake

      ONE

      It had to be the cupcakes. Darla Jo had shooed me off to my hiding spot under the staircase while she spent the afternoon refining a secret recipe, but I knew what the kitchen looked like when she baked. All those batter-crusted mixing bowls, frosting-covered spoons, and pans filled with crumbly goodness were the stuff of dreams, but Landlady Jenkins didn’t see it that way. She had little patience for her niece’s messes, and she wasn’t shy about making it known.

      That had to be what all the yelling was about. If I was a braver mouse, I would have rushed to Darla Jo’s defense, but I wasn’t brave. Not anymore.

      Besides, the last time Landlady Jenkins spotted me, she’d grabbed a broom and chased me up the stairs. I’d gotten away, of course, but she’d slipped on a step and ended up in the hospital for three days.

      That’s why she walks with a cane now, and I bet the sight of me would rile her up all over again. There’s no telling what might happen if she spotted me poking around.

      I can’t say I entirely regret the accident, though. It was during that hospital stay that Darla Jo Masters showed up with her bluebell eyes and vanilla-scented hair, which hangs in soft, brown waves over her shoulders. She told Landlady Jenkins she’d come to help run the boardinghouse so her aunt could rest and recuperate.

      At least, that’s how it started.

      Once Darla Jo saw all the past-due notices in the mail, she decided her aunt needed more than a few pillows and afternoons off her feet.

      She’s made it her mission to set the place straight, and every week, she comes up with new ideas to make it profitable. Her latest is a doozy too.

      The Reginald Arms has been in our family for six generations, I heard her tell her aunt over breakfast. We can’t let a bank take it. There’s so much potential here with the beach only a few blocks away. The tourist hotels sell out during the summer. I’m sure we could attract some of that business if we tried. We also have something those hotels don’t. We have history. My dad loved to tell me stories about how this used to be one of the grandest houses in the city. We should be using that to our advantage.

      Landlady Jenkins wrinkled her nose like she always did. What advantage? We’re a boardinghouse. Nothing more, nothing less.

      But the place isn’t much of a boardinghouse, either. There are five en suite rooms carved into the upstairs floor, and only one paying tenant since a rainstorm flooded out the other two three months ago.

      Still, I wasn’t entirely sold on Darla Jo’s latest suggestion. It was like she had never taken a good look at the place, because if she had, she’d see dirt where grass should be, bare wood where paint should be, and a porch step that was broken long before I moved in a year ago.

      It was a wretched sight, even on a good day.

      What self-respecting tourist would choose to stay in a dump like this?

      For me, however, it was perfect. The building was a mess, but so was I the first time I saw it. I was looking for a place to hide away and hide out, and this place fit the bill. I sneaked inside, found a cozy spot under the stairs, and it’s been home ever since.

      I got so used to the miserable conditions, I stopped noticing them until Darla Jo showed up. Then, somehow, without even trying, that girl made everything better. Sometimes I wonder why she puts up with this place, considering the way Landlady Jenkins treats her.

      Lucky for me, Darla Jo tolerates it. And even luckier for me, when it gets really bad, she bakes. After their last fight, she made snickerdoodle cupcakes and raspberry white chocolate cupcakes on the same day.

      So, when she told me she wanted to be alone to tinker with a new recipe, I suspected something was troubling her. At first, the yelling didn’t even surprise me.

      Another day, another argument. That was practically their daily routine.

      Except something was different this time. Landlady Jenkins wasn’t yelling at Darla Jo. It was the other way around.

      I pressed my ear to the widest crack in the wood and tried to listen in. It was the first time I’d heard Darla Jo yell. Ever. She hadn’t even raised her voice the afternoon she caught me taste-testing one of her double chocolate cupcakes that first time. They were so heavenly, so absolutely scrumptious, I’d completely forgotten to use my mouse sounds.

      I’d tried to resist those sweet treats, but I hadn’t smelled anything that good in months. Maybe not in my whole life. Then, once I tasted that decadent goodness, I couldn’t stop myself.

      When she’d spotted me, she didn’t scream. She didn’t jump up on a chair. She didn’t do any of the things humans usually do when they see me or one of my kind. She just said, rather calmly, Excuse me.

      Too startled to think straight, I’d spun around with my arms in the air and begged forgiveness. Actually, my exact words were, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to eat the whole thing.

      When I realized I was speaking in my natural voice, the one I’ve had since birth and which I’ve solemnly sworn never to use again, I clamped my mouth shut and made a mad dash for the closest hole in the wall.

      It didn’t occur to me that she wasn’t screaming or running or chasing me with a broom until I heard her say, still calmly, So, you like my cupcakes? If you come back, you can have another one.

      I figured it was a trick, but there was something about her—something as sweet as the little cake I’d been nibbling—that made me trust her.

      So, I went back, and when I saw that smile on her lips and in her eyes, I introduced myself. Hello. I’m Maxwell Mouse, formerly of the Arabella Beach Pier Mouses and presently sole mouse resident of the Reginald Arms.

      Was it reckless? I guess it was. But if you’ve ever had one of Darla Jo’s exceptional treats, you know they’re worth any risk. And even that first day, I somehow knew Darla Jo was exceptional too. When she smiled, dimples kissed both cheeks and her dark chocolate eyes disappeared behind happy crescents. A girl like that wouldn’t hurt a fly, I told myself, let alone a mouse.

      Yet that angry voice in the other room definitely belonged to Darla Jo, even if I couldn’t make out every word.

      How…?

      Why…?

      What possessed you?

      What had the old woman done to upset Darla Jo so much?

      When my whiskers twitched, a sign that trouble was near, I knew I had to do something. I shimmied through the crack in the wood panel and raced through the empty dining room to the kitchen.

      As I neared, I could hear Darla Jo more clearly.

      Why would you say those things to a reporter?

      I didn’t say anything to a reporter, not that it’s any of your business, Landlady Jenkins shot back. I don’t have to explain myself to you.

      I hurried across the floor until I reached the open door to the kitchen. From the narrow space beneath the door hinge, I could see my friend standing beside three racks of cupcakes cooling on the counter, a newspaper clenched in her fist.

      Landlady Jenkins stood in front of the refrigerator, scowling at her, her fingers wrapped in a death grip around her cane. If you actually read that trash, you’d know the story didn’t come from me. That writer quotes somebody at the historical society, not me.

      Darla Jo scanned the page. Why would they go to the historical society? Did you tell them to do that? Did you tip them off?

      Landlady Jenkins busied herself wiping crumbs from the counter. It was a pointless effort considering the monumental mess in front of her. I did no such thing. Maybe they followed me. How am I supposed to know?

      "Followed you? You

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