And lately, she’s been receiving messages on a spiritual frequency guiding her to prove Felicity’s innocence-and to embrace her own "charmed" life.įirst in the new Bewitching Mystery series! With everyone in town proclaiming Felicity’s guilt faster than the Salem Witch trials, Maggie finds herself wondering if she’ll also be tied to the stake. She was a little weirded out when Felicity described herself as a witch, but if her boss wants to play with broomsticks and cauldrons, where’s the harm? However, Maggie’s first day on the job may turn out to be her last when Police question Felicity in the murder of her estranged sister. īored with her office job, Maggie jumps at the opportunity to work at Enchantments. But shop clerk Maggie O’Neill and her employer Felicity Dow do more than conjure up curios for the locals-they each possess a talent for spellbinding sleuthing. What had I gotten myself into? From the Back Cover:īringing a little culture to Stony Mill, Indiana, Enchantments is one of the area’s finest antique stores. Did they work with others? A coven of witches? Were they out there now? No wonder Marcus and Felicity were an item. I hastily closed the window and climbed into bed, dragging the soft blankets up to my chin. It wasn't long before I saw a pale glow lighting the treetops.įire? And voices, wafting to me on the wind.Īdrenaline zipped up my spine. I stayed at the window, despite the fact that I was shivering to beat the devil, and kept scanning the far distance for some sign of what they were doing. I watched the swinging lantern and shadowy figures disappear into an invisible treeline that I knew must be there. The light moved, and then I could see the two of them, glowing like fairy people in the darkness of night. They were right down there, all right.Ī ring of light edged into view, rippling like water. I shivered and dropped to my knees, resting my hands on the sill. Without even the slightest hesitation or stab of conscience, I found myself moving the latch to the right and carefully sliding the sash upward, inch by inch.Ĭold swept into the room like a marauding invader, invisibly, insidiously. I leaned closer to the window and tried to look straight down. Dimly I could make out a glint on the asphalt drive below. I peered out, straining to discern precious details.
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