“You’re already knocked up?” she muses as she takes us in. “Nice to know you don’t waste any time. Don’t worry, I won’t tell Mom. But it would be fun to watch Dad clutch a shotgun at the wedding. And here I thought it would be me with a full uterus on my big day. Go figure.”
Leo chuckles as he looks to Jasper. “Congratulations, Dad. Let me know if you need help picking out a minivan. My cousin owns a used car lot.”
I look up at Jasper. “They’re hilarious.”
He nods as his searing gray eyes smolder into mine. “And I’m hilariously, deliriously in love with you.” He lands a simple kiss over my lips and through his mind a thousand thoughts sail—a place to live, wedding cake, flowers, a suit, a honeymoon, a minivan, a baby, and finally the two of us snuggled up before a roaring fire with Fish and Sherlock Bones seated on either side of a bassinet.
I pull back and bite down on my lower lip.
“It’s happening,” he whispers right over my lips. “And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
Georgie leans in. “Not even for a two-seater Dodge Viper and a club full of naked women?” She shrugs up at him. “Just thought I’d ask.”
He shakes his head. “I’ve got a truck I like and a woman I love.” He dips his lips directly over my ear. “How about we blow this joint, pick up some dinner, and find other ways to entertain ourselves?”
“We could always practice for the honeymoon.”
A wicked grin rises on his lips as we quickly say goodnight and make a break for the door.
He leans in. “We’re not really taking Georgie on our honeymoon, are we?”
“God, I hope not. But, stranger things have happened.”
He chuckles. “I call a moratorium on all things strange.”
“And just when I was going to show you a few stealth moves behind closed doors.”
Jasper picks me up once we hit the balmy night air and races me to his truck.
If history proves anything, strange things are bound to happen to us.
And for once, it doesn’t sound like such a bad thing.
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An innkeeper who reads minds. An ornery detective. And a trail of bodies. Cider Cove is the premiere destination for murder.
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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.
The Country Cottage Inn is known for its hospitality. Leaving can be murder.
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I see dead people.
Okay, so I don’t see dead people—at least not on the regular—I see dead pets. Yes, pets. At first, I had no idea what these hologram-like beasts were up to until after an unfortunate run of something akin to trial and error that I concluded each dead pet was some sort of a harbinger for its previous owner, a very, very bad omen if you will. Sometimes I see them floating around willy-nilly in a crowd and it’s hard to decipher exactly who the bad luck is coming for. But on occasion, I see them attached firmly to the side of whomever the incoming disaster is set to strike. I’m not sure why this is my lot in life. In fact, my lot in life hasn’t been so stellar in general. My birth mother thought it was a brilliant idea to leave me on the floor of a firehouse, and that’s where a brave and thankfully curious firefighter spotted me, swaddled up and squirming. It just so happens that I was adopted by that sweet man, Joseph Lemon, and his wife, Miranda, and gifted a book-loving big sister, Lainey, currently Honey Hollow’s lead librarian, as well as a feisty and shenanigan-prone younger sister, Meg, who is also known as Madge the Badge on the Las Vegas female wrestling circuit. And being that Las Vegas and all of its glittery wrestling venues are a good distance from Honey Hollow, Vermont, we don’t see her very often.
But back to that strange gift of mine, or curse as it more often than not feels—I have zero clue where it came from or why, or even the major significance of it. A part of me has always believed that something alarmingly supernatural occurred around the time of my birth, and that’s exactly why my birth mama decided she so desperately needed to offload a seven-pound chunk of bad luck.
The very first time
