A Frightening Fangs-givingCountry Cottage Mysteries 11
Addison Moore Bellamy Bloom
Contents
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
Recipe
Books by Addison Moore
Acknowledgments
About the Authors
Copyright © 2020 by Addison Moore, Bellamy Bloom
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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 time for Thanksgiving in Cider Cove, and when another body turns up, I’m suddenly not feeling so thankful. Our little town is turning one hundred and we’re celebrating Founders’ Day for the entire month of November. But when one of my sister’s so-called friends opens up a copycat of Macy’s soap and candle shop, directly across from hers, tensions flare and threats are made. Murder is being served up cold, and my sister, Macy, is looking pretty guilty.
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
Two hours from now…
“Donuts! Thank you.” I snap up a handful of the mini apple cider creations and gulp them down. “Donuts have always been my downfall.” I glower at the beast in front of me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just want you to be happy. And if these donuts make you happy, by all means have as many as you want.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” I say, taking another handful. “You know, for someone whose life I’ve worked to make a living hell, you are being awfully nice to me today. What do you want?” I give a little wink when I say it. “I’ve always been in the driver’s seat in this relationship, and no matter what you’re up to, I always will be.”
“Who cares what I want. It’s all about what you want, isn’t it?”
“You’re not wrong. And don’t you forget it. This day, this life is all about me. How does it make you feel that I practically own you?” A laugh quivers through me, but my throat closes off and it can’t quite initiate. “I think I need some air.”
“Let’s step outside.”
We head for the back of my shop and I speed into the alley where the icy autumn air cools me instantly, but I can’t seem to catch my breath.
The sound of kittens mewling catches my attention, and I spot three small cats in a plain brown box yipping and squirming.
I try to take a step in their direction, but I end up staggering to keep from falling.
“Something’s wrong.” I claw at my neck as my vision blurs and my throat catches fire. “Help me.” I turn to the creature next to me. “Don’t just stand there. Call for help. I can’t breathe.”
“You can’t breathe, can you? And soon you’ll have taken your last breath. I heard you threatening to haunt someone a few minutes ago. Now you’ll have your chance. Don’t ever say I didn’t do anything for you. But then again, in less than a few minutes, you won’t ever say anything again. Goodbye. Sleep tight. You certainly won’t be missed by anyone—least of all not me.”
“You did this?” My voice comes out in less than a whisper.
My knees give way as I fall hard to the ground. Those cruel eyes, that ghastly grimace watching from above is the last thing I see.
“Happy haunting,” are the last words I hear.
The present…
“I’m going to kill her.”
“I wouldn’t say those words in Cider Cove,” I say to my sister while we both stare out at the melee across the street. Macy and I are standing right outside of her soap and candle shop, Lather and Light, while witnessing the unveiling of a brand-new business, directly across from hers, who just revealed their signage and opened their doors to an entire herd of enthused customers. The name of the shop in question just so happens to be Suds and Illuminations, and if the name suggests anything, my guess is that my sister is very much going to be capable of a homicide by the end of this day.
My sister’s quaint little shop has been a staple here in Cider Cove for years. It’s light and bright inside with its buy-one-get-one-free candle display that hits you as soon as you step inside, and there’s even a large wisteria tree with lavender leaves set in her window. Every branch is wrapped in twinkle lights, and it gives off a homey yet enchanted feel.
I can’t imagine
