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    Mistletoe, Magic, & Murder (Prequel Short Mystery): Suburban Witch Mysteries, #0
    Mistletoe, Magic, & Murder (Prequel Short Mystery): Suburban Witch Mysteries, #0
    Mistletoe, Magic, & Murder (Prequel Short Mystery): Suburban Witch Mysteries, #0
    Ebook58 pages47 minutesSuburban Witch Mysteries

    Mistletoe, Magic, & Murder (Prequel Short Mystery): Suburban Witch Mysteries, #0

    By Ruby Blaylock

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    Mischa, Ellie, and Poe are more than just best friends and neighbors--they also form a coven of witches living right in the middle of a sleepy suburban town in North Carolina. They make the perfect neighborhood watch and always have an eye on what's going on in their town. So, when a blonde bombshell with a mysterious past moves in, they're understandably curious. Especially when, hours later, another neighbor drops dead.

    Did their new neighbor murder their old one? Or did someone else want grumpy Edith Whitlow dead?

    It's up to the witches to solve Edith's murder, but with PTA meetings, full-time jobs, and two talking cats underfoot, can they catch the culprit in time for their annual Christmas party?

    Meet the witches of Country Acres Coven, Kensleigh Landing East, where the suburbs and the supernatural just happen to overlap.

    ***This short story originally appeared in the anthology 'Spells and Jinglebells'***

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJB Woods
    Release dateMar 6, 2018
    ISBN9781386011507
    Mistletoe, Magic, & Murder (Prequel Short Mystery): Suburban Witch Mysteries, #0
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    Ruby Blaylock

    Ruby Blaylock grew up in a small, southern town surrounded by colorful characters and lots of food. She loves a good helping of gossip and great food, not necessarily in that order. She is a country girl at heart and can often be found sitting on the back porch, sipping sweet tea and watching her fat hound dogs chase bugs. If she's not reading a book, she's writing one, or reading one to her kids, who can always help her think up new ways to kill off annoying characters.

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      Mistletoe, Magic, & Murder (Prequel Short Mystery) - Ruby Blaylock

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      I think blondie bumped off the old hag, Poe Landry muttered between bites of the muffin that her neighbor, Mischa, had brought over to her. It was apple, still warm, and completely delicious in that just-out-of-the-oven way.

      We can’t jump to any conclusions, Mischa scolded. She squeezed her peppermint mocha latte between her gloved hands, willing the warmth into them. I’m sure she’s nice.

      Poe thought that Mischa was far too generous with her trust. The new neighbor had moved in exactly thirty-six hours ago, and approximately twelve hours later, another woman on Country Lane Close had been found dead.

      No one on the quiet cul-de-sac street had liked the old woman. Even Mischa had a hard time finding anything redeemable in the old hag. Of course, Edith Whitlow, the woman in question, hadn’t been a witch like Poe, Mischa, or their other friend, Ellie, but the three witches rarely held that against anyone.

      Ellie, Mischa, and Poe were a coven of sorts. Somehow all of them had found their way to the Country Acres subdivision and had bought homes on the same street. As far as they knew, they were the only witches in the neighborhood, though they knew that they were far from the only magical beings in Kensleigh Landing East, the small North Carolina town that they lived in.

      Mischa was the only married witch in the group. The fact that she was married to a ‘normie,’ or non-magical being, didn’t escape them, but Mischa’s husband wasn’t phased by the fact that his wife was a witch or that his neighbor had talking cats. Mischa herself had almost forgotten that her husband couldn’t cast spells. The fact that they were a mixed-race couple usually caused more raised eyebrows than the fact that Joe couldn’t do magic.

      She’s got a dog, Ellie said neutrally. She shifted on her feet, trying to keep warm on the icy driveway of Poe’s house. The three women met most mornings for coffee and gossip. Mischa had her two kids to take to school and Ellie had to be at work early, but they tried to meet regularly, at least when there was something newsworthy to discuss. And the mysterious leggy blonde who’d just moved into number 618 was definitely newsworthy.

      He’s weird, intoned Raven, describing the dog. He can’t even speak.

      That’s rich, coming from a talking cat, replied Cleo, licking one icy paw thoughtfully and running it through her own whiskers.

      Well, we can’t just stand out here all day, huffed Ellie as she brushed her auburn hair away from her face. As much as I hate to say it, I have to go to work. She downed the last of her own coffee and patted Mischa on the arm. Thanks for the muffin, Misch. Poe, stay sober.

      The black-haired young woman in Doc Martens shrugged her shoulders. Hey, it’s for medicinal purposes, she called out as Ellie disappeared into her own house.

      She just worries about you. We all do, Mischa chirped. Save the Schnapps for the Christmas party, okay? She hugged her friend and nodded at the two talking cats, then sprinted down the sidewalk back to her own house.

      Poe cocked her head to one side and considered the house next to hers. She thought she could see the new girl moving around inside near the window. Poe took another swig of her spiked coffee and leaned forward slightly, trying to get a better view of the inside of the house through its cheap lace curtains.

      A picture would last longer, boomed a voice, frightening Poe enough to almost spill her drink.

      Crap! she muttered, trying to compose herself. Somehow the new neighbor had managed to appear behind Poe in the frozen driveway. And she did not look happy.

      Look, the blonde began, pushing her still-damp hair behind her ears. She was dressed in a business skirt suit and wore dangerously high heels for the icy conditions, but she stood

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