Cute and light and far more enjoyable than I expected. The author didn't go too far out of her way to create a whole new magic system, as she just added on to an existing one - the "Wiccan 101" information was fairly accurate (except for one quibble I had near the beginning). The mystery was (f...
Such a good book. Katie's life in Savannah picks up 6 months from the end of the last book where it is almost Halloween. I definitely was drawn in, yet again to the magical lushness of the South along with a magical murder mystery. I am really liking how Katie's character is growing through so...
Some Enchanted Eclair has definitely enchanted me, as do the other books in this series. The Honeybee Bakery isn't the only thing in town that is buzzing. A movie company has come to town and Uncle Ben and Declan have been hired as security. The death of the production co-coordinator throws not o...
On this Monday, at least, we could have really used her help. Still, we’d made a few adjustments—switching simple molasses cookies in for the daily special instead of the more labor- and time-intensive chocolate croissants. Ben had stepped in to do some KP when he wasn’t needed at the register. P...
Now I had something to eat off besides the paper plates Lucy had stashed in the cupboard for me. The multicolored stoneware would look nice with the simple silverware I’d brought from Akron, too. A plate of cookies sat in the deepening shade of the front porch. So did the black terrier who had su...
My knowledge of both was pretty much limited to what Wren had told Detective Quinn and the unhelpful information I’d gleaned from my Internet search the night before. Unfortunately, Wren could talk about habitat and mating rituals and birth rates and food supplies, but she didn’t seem to know any...
I said, and veered to the right. Bianca followed. “What’s wrong?” “That’s Steve’s dad.” “Oh! Did he see you?” “Not yet—but if he does he’ll know I’m not here because I’m a big fan of future senator Pow...
I paused after turning off my Bug, listening to the tick of the engine cooling and savoring the simple welcome of light shining from the windows of my small home. The soft, yellow glow gently outlined the dark leaves of the magnolia by the corner and cast the delicate ironwork of the porch railin...