Books
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Read Chapter One: Wicked Providence
Margot slit the thin, white string with her utility knife and sighed. Any resolve she had mustered earlier that morning had long since faded. As she retracted the slender blade into its metal sheath, the quick onset of mental calorie counting started to carve a deep crevice between her well-sculpted brows. The pink lid popped open, and the aroma of freshly baked pastries filled the air around her. Her spine straightened. For Margot, the excuse for falling off the sugar wagon always came right after feeling guilty. She had been working her tail off for days. The idea of even one more spinach-and-hemp-seed smoothie made…
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Read Chapter One: Love Bites
A MIDSUMMER’S NIGHT Morgan Mansfield stood before her new creation for what felt like hours. It had taken on a life of its own somewhere between midnight and dawn, and now, as she looked up at the monster that hulled before her, her skin prickled. She hadn’t paid much attention to what her hands had been forming in the cold, gray clay. Her mind had been elsewhere. She worked through most of the night in silence, the studio windows wide open to let in the warm breeze of midsummer’s night. The scent of the night flowers she had planted around the studio, combined with the sounds of lurking…
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Welcome Back to Maple Bend 🍁
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Read Chapter One: Killer Heels
Estelle Staab propped her feet up on the edge of the tub and let the combination of scented bubbles and powerful jets do their job. She had learned over the last few months of imp motherhood that there was little sense in closing the bathroom door in need of solace and privacy; there would be none. As if he could read her mind, Estelle heard the soft shuffle of Kupa’s bare feet across the smooth marble bathroom floor and opened one eye. The little imp held a large, two-headed toad in his heavily clawed hands and looked anxiously over at her. His big yellow eyes blinked rapidly…
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Read Chapter One: Devil’s Food
The floorboards of the small closet snapped open like fragile chicken bones. “You’re sure it’s here?” Estelle Staab asked without looking up. “Of course it is. I put it there myself, silly,” the little girl said, her once-blonde curls bouncing as she spoke. “I hid it from my stupid brother, just like the big man asked me to.” The ghost was young, no more than six, and she stood there watching Estelle fumble with the old, rotting floorboards of the closet, looking impatient. “What man?” Estelle asked, suddenly stopping to wipe the sweat from her eyes with the back of her hand. The young ghost was…
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Read Chapter One: The Good Witch of Morgan’s Peak
This is the opening chapter of The Good Witch of Morgan’s Peak, Book One of the Morgan’s Peak Witch Mysteries. If you enjoy small towns with secrets, ghosts with opinions, and a heroine who didn’t ask for magic but got it anyway — you’re in the right place. Estelle Staab took a long, lazy drag off the fading cigarette she held slumped between her middle and index fingers. Her gaze shifted to the oversized, silver-framed mirror in front of her. The woman who sat there, staring back at her with that vacant look of ‘I can’t quite remember your name’ in her eyes, seemed vaguely familiar but still like…
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Dutch Lodge – Free Chapter
Read the first chapter on me, if you like it, consider buying the book.
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KILLER HEELS
Since her husband's death, Estelle Staab has been living quietly in her townhouse—trying to learn how to cook, tending her herb garden, and talking to the occasional ghost. It’s a peaceful life, more or less, in the small town of Morgan’s Peak, Pennsylvania… until the night a local man is found dead.
