I'd had my three strokes of bad luck - losing my witch's license, my job, and my fianc - it should be smooth sailing from here on out, right? Wrong
Returning home to Whitefall Cove to lick my wounds and start over, I thought I was on to a good thing when Gran convinced me to buy The Dusty Attic bookstore. I never in a million years expected to find my high school nemesis, Whitney Sims, stone cold dead the day I got the keys.
My do-over is not going as planned. Now I'm a suspect in a murder, I have to attend witch's school to earn back my magic, and I'm living with my eccentric Gran who thinks bedazzled Ugg boots are the height of fashion. The silver lining in this entire shemozzle is my new familiar, a fluffy orange fur ball named Archie.
Despite having my hands full, and a detective who doesn't appreciate my amateur sleuthing skills, I'm determined to find out whodunit. Too bad the murderer has other plans.
This paranormal murder mystery will have you completely spellbound and laughing out loud
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