Just BuriedCountry Cottage Mysteries 9
Addison Moore Bellamy Bloom
Contents
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Book Description
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Recipe
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Acknowledgments
About the Authors
Copyright © 2020 by Addison Moore, Bellamy Bloom
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Book Description
The Country Cottage Inn is known for its hospitality. Leaving can be murder.
My name is Bizzy Baker, and I can read minds. Not every mind, not every time, but most of the time, and believe me when I say, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
It’s September and that means two things: fall is descending on Cider Cove and my wedding day is almost at hand. And as if preparing for my wedding wasn’t enough, there’s another wedding at the inn that I have to tend to. An old friend from college is getting married right here at the inn. Add a pushy mother-in-law to-be and a wedding party at war, and it's enough to make me want to elope. But when someone in the wedding party ends up dead, it puts a damper on the festivities all the way around.
Bizzy Baker runs the Country Cottage Inn, has the ability to pry into the darkest recesses of both the human and animal mind, and has just stumbled upon a body. With the help of her kitten, Fish, a mutt named Sherlock Bones, and an ornery yet dangerously good-looking homicide detective, Bizzy is determined to find the killer.
Cider Cove, Maine is the premier destination for fun and relaxation. But when a body turns up, it’s the premier destination for murder.
Chapter 1
“Fun fact: one hundred percent of divorces start out as marriages.” The tall, dark-haired man before me seems to be reaching from the bottom of the barrel, seeing that he’s been hitting on me for the last ten minutes.
“Fun fact”—I say right back—“seeing that I’ve been both married and divorced, I believe you.”
He belts out a laugh. “Just a little marital humor, seeing that tonight’s show is in honor of the bride and groom.”
My name is Bizzy Baker, and I can read minds. Not every mind, not every time—but it happens, and believe me when I say, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Like now for instance.
And speaking of marital humor, I’d love to cut right to the honeymoon with this one. This tasty little tart is exactly what I need to get my mind off of things.
I can’t help but frown at the tall, dark-haired gentleman standing before me at the reception counter here at the Country Cottage Inn. I’ve been the manager here for going on half a decade, and I’ve grown to love this slice of Coastal Maine as if it were my child.
The man currently staring me down, with his mind filled with lascivious thoughts, has bushy, dark brows to match his bushy, dark hair, and dark eyes that look as if he’s casting a spell on me.
I’d better invite her to the show tonight. Once she sees me in action, she’ll want a part of the action—a part of my action.
His lips curve with malevolent intent, and my sweet cat Fish and I exchange a look that’s tantamount to an eye roll.
Jordy Crosby stands a few feet away, shaking his head at the man before me as well. Jordy is my best friend’s brother—whom I may have accidentally married once a very long time ago. It involved Vegas, a bad Elvis impersonator, copious amounts of booze, and not to mention a quickie divorce. But Jordy works for me now, right here at the inn, and he’s currently decorating the place for fall with strings of colorful autumn leaves and bright orange pumpkins.
“Everything okay here?” He gives the man before me a hard look. Jordy has dark hair and light eyes—and thanks to those muscles, he can look every bit the bouncer when he needs to.
“It’s fine.” I pull a tight smile. “If you can help with the setup for tonight’s show in the ballroom, I’d appreciate it.”
Jordy scowls at the man in front of me before heading that way.
The dark-haired man with the dicey thoughts leans in a notch. “Would you believe me if I said I could read your mind?”
“No.” The word comes out flat. If he could read my mind, he would have known three minutes ago that I wasn’t buying any of his cheesy pick-up lines. “Would you believe me if I said I could read your mind?” It comes out a little harsher than intended. As the manager of the inn, I try to maintain a level head with just about every customer, no matter how ornery they can be, but I’ll admit, this one in particular is pushing me to the brink.
He barks out a laugh just as a familiar, friendly blonde shows up and laughs alongside
