Witching in a Winter Wonkyland: A Wonky Inn Christmas Cozy Mystery
โ Scribed by Jeannie Wycherley
- Book ID
- 110634408
- Publisher
- Bark at the Moon Books
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 527 KB
- Series
- Wonky Inn Book 8.5
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07XJJLVD8
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
Coughs and sneezes spread diseases!
Itโs the most wonderful time of the year.
Unless youโre Alfhild Daemonne that is.
This year sheโs been so looking forward to the Yule time festivities, but wouldnโt you know it, the wattle-and-daub walls of her ancient wonky inn are ringing to the sound, not of sleigh bells, but of sick ghosts.
Who knew ghosts could catch the flu?
And letโs not forget thereโs been a murder in Whittle Forest. Some of the locals are convinced thereโs a demonic Beast on the loose, and naturally theyโre pointing the finger at Alf and her guests.
Factor in a homeless reindeer, a grumpy faery who detests Christmas, along with Alf missing her beau, and thereโs plenty here for lovers of Christmas murder novels with added humour.
Witching in a Winter Wonkyland is a standalone Christmas cozy mystery that complements the Wonky Inn series as a whole.
Youโll love this crazy cast of witches, wizards, faeries, ghosts and pantomime villains.
And not forgetting Mr Hoo of course.
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