Every Witch Way but Feral: A Talking Cat Cozy Mystery (Magical Misfits Mysteries Book 8)
By K.E. O'Connor
When is a vampire bite not a vampire bite? When it lands me in another magical mess.
I’m Juno, your favorite talking cat and accidental crime magnet. (And yes, I do look fabulous on the cover, thanks for noticing.) My wonderful witch, Zandra Crypt, and I are neck-deep in our next investigation — a witch found dead with what looks suspiciously like a vampire bite.
Everyone’s blaming the bloodsuckers, but I’ve got a nose for trouble, and this case reeks of something far stranger. The clues lead to family feuds, a clingy boyfriend, and a stalker who might be more supernatural than social.
Add in a hive of cranky vampires, some hexed evidence, and the ever-incompetent Angel Force breathing down our necks (they’re convinced I’m the root of every problem in Crimson Cove), and we’ve got ourselves another fine magical disaster.
With danger around every corner and the night getting darker by the minute, Zandra and I must keep our fur unruffled, our spells sharp, and our alibis even sharper. Because if we don’t find the killer soon, someone’s going to end up fang food.
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Book eight in the Magical Misfits Mysteries serves up snappy, sassy dialogue, twisty clues, quirky characters, and one very opinionated feline detective. Perfect for fans of witchy cozy mysteries, talking familiars, and laugh-out-loud magical mayhem.
Pour a cup of something comforting, curl up with your favorite cat (if they’ll let you), and return to Crimson Cove, where witches cast spells, cats solve crimes, and murder always has a magical twist.
When is a vampire bite not a vampire bite? When it lands me in another magical mess.
I’m Juno, your favorite talking cat and accidental crime magnet. (And yes, I do look fabulous on the cover, thanks for noticing.) My wonderful witch, Zandra Crypt, and I are neck-deep in our next investigation — a witch found dead with what looks suspiciously like a vampire bite.
Everyone’s blaming the bloodsuckers, but I’ve got a nose for trouble, and this case reeks of something far stranger. The clues lead to family feuds, a clingy boyfriend, and a stalker who might be more supernatural than social.
Add in a hive of cranky vampires, some hexed evidence, and the ever-incompetent Angel Force breathing down our necks (they’re convinced I’m the root of every problem in Crimson Cove), and we’ve got ourselves another fine magical disaster.
With danger around every corner and the night getting darker by the minute, Zandra and I must keep our fur unruffled, our spells sharp, and our alibis even sharper. Because if we don’t find the killer soon, someone’s going to end up fang food.
***
Book eight in the Magical Misfits Mysteries serves up snappy, sassy dialogue, twisty clues, quirky characters, and one very opinionated feline detective. Perfect for fans of witchy cozy mysteries, talking familiars, and laugh-out-loud magical mayhem.
Pour a cup of something comforting, curl up with your favorite cat (if they’ll let you), and return to Crimson Cove, where witches cast spells, cats solve crimes, and murder always has a magical twist.