β Scribed by Zoe Arden
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Murder, cupcakes, and witches... it's just your average day in Sweetland Cove.
Things are always going wrong for Ava Fortune.
Ever since she discovered she was a witch, it seems like people are trying to kill her.
**And β¦ New Year's is no exception. **
When a woman is found murdered in her aunts' bakery, a terrible curse is uncovered, with Ava at the center of it.
This time, at least, she's not a suspect.
Everyone in town knows who the killer is. Even Detective Colt Hudson thinks Ava's innocent.
Polly Peacock broke out of prison for one reason only:
**to kill Ava Fortune. Not just kill --sacrifice. **
That's the only way that Polly can get her witchy powers back.
Except it's not just Ava she has to kill.
There are five names on her list.
Ava and Colt used to be enemies; she never thought they'd be...
A Cozy Mystery Book
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