C A Phipps
Witchy Hot Spells (PAPERBACK)
Witchy Hot Spells (PAPERBACK)
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PAPERBACK. BOOK 2 IN THE MIDLIFE POTIONS SERIES.
Ghostly secrets and familiar troubles!
Accepting she's a witch isn't enough for Jess's snarky cat familiar. Not only does she have to keep the potion shop running while learning to make said potions, deal with her ghostly mother, and hone her skills, she must solve another mysterious death.
This time it appears to be a stranger, but Jess can smell something isn't right about the crime scene and Officer Fine is getting suspicious about her talents. Helping people is growing on her, but surely she isn’t expected to solve all the crimes in their small town when her sweet assistant is hiding something.
And what about her baking talents? Will she have to bury them?
With all of this, and the expectation to excel, Jess is one hot mess!
What's a witch to do?
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“Did you know that mint can ward off evil?”
The cat’s fancy tone always made her smile. His superior and often bossy attitude was another matter.
“I do, but that’s not why I made it today. Daphne Dennison has been complaining about her stomach again.” She snuck a peek at him.
He smirked as she knew he would.
“Remember when you thought she ate the roadkill she collected?”
Jess chuckled and shook a finger. “Don’t pretend that you didn’t think so too.” After a couple of months back in her home town of Good Fortune, she was beginning to get to know the people in her mother’s life. It had been reported that Daphne ate roadkill when what she really did, due to a soft heart, was take the poor dead animals home and bury them in the large plot of land she owned.
Maestro snorted. “Well, it did sound rather—eccentric.”
“Name one of mom’s friends who isn’t just a little eccentric?”
“Jenny Winter.”
“Hmm.” This was her go-to answer when she couldn’t think of something appropriate and didn’t want to be rude.
“Surely you don’t still suspect her of nefarious undertakings?” he grumbled.
Jess decanted the potion into a glass bottle and stoppered it. “Look, I like Jenny. Her sweetness sets my teeth on edge occasionally, and maybe it is all genuine, but if I hadn’t stayed in Good Fortune she would have inherited Lavender Lotions and Potions, as well as this building, which includes her apartment. Doesn’t that strike you as a little too coincidental?”
