DEAD AS A DOORNAIL: #3 Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies
Patti Larsen
Georgia Drake, Just FolksI unloaded my bags from the back of Olive’s light blue hatchback, waving at the happy pair as I headed down my walkway to the house, loaded with a rather embarrassingly impressive collection of acquisitions in shining plastic bags I’d make sure to reuse and or recycle as was the requirement of normal humans. It might have been apparent my present preoccupation with the sorting of such minor items indicated my current level of domesticity and acclimation to life without the typical magical disposal opportunities available to others like me. And while the ultimate fate of trash might have seemed a trivial topic, I found I was enjoying thoroughly such little shifts in thinking and that giant worries no longer were my own normal.Never in my life had I thought I, Georgia Eirene Drake, only daughter of the fabled Drake family whose bloodline of Gold Dragon Emissary was only two generations removed, would find herself delighting in tiny aspects of normalcy like sorting plastics and waste into their respective receptacles.Some might have seen it as the mighty fallen. I chose to find it satisfying.Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer’s personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she’s witness to the death of Sam’s old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman’s past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder. Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!
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DEAD AS A DOORNAIL: #3 Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies
Georgia Drake, Just Folks
I unloaded my bags from the back of Olive’s light blue hatchback, waving at the happy pair as I headed down my walkway to the house, loaded with a rather embarrassingly impressive collection of acquisitions in shining plastic bags I’d make sure to reuse and or recycle as was the requirement of normal humans. It might have been apparent my present preoccupation with the sorting of such minor items indicated my current level of domesticity and acclimation to life without the typical magical disposal opportunities available to others like me. And while the ultimate fate of trash might have seemed a trivial topic, I found I was enjoying thoroughly such little shifts in thinking and that giant worries no longer were my own normal.
Never in my life had I thought I, Georgia Eirene Drake, only daughter of the fabled Drake family whose bloodline of Gold Dragon Emissary was only two generations removed, would find herself delighting in tiny aspects of normalcy like sorting plastics and waste into their respective receptacles.
Some might have seen it as the mighty fallen. I chose to find it satisfying.
Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer’s personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she’s witness to the death of Sam’s old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman’s past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder. Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!
I unloaded my bags from the back of Olive’s light blue hatchback, waving at the happy pair as I headed down my walkway to the house, loaded with a rather embarrassingly impressive collection of acquisitions in shining plastic bags I’d make sure to reuse and or recycle as was the requirement of normal humans. It might have been apparent my present preoccupation with the sorting of such minor items indicated my current level of domesticity and acclimation to life without the typical magical disposal opportunities available to others like me. And while the ultimate fate of trash might have seemed a trivial topic, I found I was enjoying thoroughly such little shifts in thinking and that giant worries no longer were my own normal.
Never in my life had I thought I, Georgia Eirene Drake, only daughter of the fabled Drake family whose bloodline of Gold Dragon Emissary was only two generations removed, would find herself delighting in tiny aspects of normalcy like sorting plastics and waste into their respective receptacles.
Some might have seen it as the mighty fallen. I chose to find it satisfying.
Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer’s personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she’s witness to the death of Sam’s old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman’s past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder. Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!
Georgia Drake, Just Folks
I unloaded my bags from the back of Olive’s light blue hatchback, waving at the happy pair as I headed down my walkway to the house, loaded with a rather embarrassingly impressive collection of acquisitions in shining plastic bags I’d make sure to reuse and or recycle as was the requirement of normal humans. It might have been apparent my present preoccupation with the sorting of such minor items indicated my current level of domesticity and acclimation to life without the typical magical disposal opportunities available to others like me. And while the ultimate fate of trash might have seemed a trivial topic, I found I was enjoying thoroughly such little shifts in thinking and that giant worries no longer were my own normal.
Never in my life had I thought I, Georgia Eirene Drake, only daughter of the fabled Drake family whose bloodline of Gold Dragon Emissary was only two generations removed, would find herself delighting in tiny aspects of normalcy like sorting plastics and waste into their respective receptacles.
Some might have seen it as the mighty fallen. I chose to find it satisfying.
Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer’s personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she’s witness to the death of Sam’s old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman’s past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder. Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!
I unloaded my bags from the back of Olive’s light blue hatchback, waving at the happy pair as I headed down my walkway to the house, loaded with a rather embarrassingly impressive collection of acquisitions in shining plastic bags I’d make sure to reuse and or recycle as was the requirement of normal humans. It might have been apparent my present preoccupation with the sorting of such minor items indicated my current level of domesticity and acclimation to life without the typical magical disposal opportunities available to others like me. And while the ultimate fate of trash might have seemed a trivial topic, I found I was enjoying thoroughly such little shifts in thinking and that giant worries no longer were my own normal.
Never in my life had I thought I, Georgia Eirene Drake, only daughter of the fabled Drake family whose bloodline of Gold Dragon Emissary was only two generations removed, would find herself delighting in tiny aspects of normalcy like sorting plastics and waste into their respective receptacles.
Some might have seen it as the mighty fallen. I chose to find it satisfying.
Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer’s personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she’s witness to the death of Sam’s old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman’s past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder. Welcome back to the Whitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!