A Cold Case Froze (Ice Witch Mysteries #2) by J.L. Collins
English | 2020 | Mystery, Thriller | ePUB | 2.9 MB
J. L. (Jerri) lives in the Lowcountry of South Carolina, with her family and feisty canine. She loves delicious southern food, dogs, Carolina sunrises on the beach, shopping on King Street, and curling up with about twenty different books on the weekends. When she gets the rare chance, she also likes to go exploring and learning more about Charleston’s rich history.
Charming Springs – Where every day is colder than a witch’s kitty!
Indie Warren’s life has become very complicated.
She’s landed herself in a magical town with no way out from the frigid weather. She was the main suspect in a murder case and nearly died trying to prove her innocence. She can’t seem to rid herself of the handsome and irritating town librarian. And she’s discovered she has the power to control all four elements like no other witch or wizard before her.
Not to mention her new best friend is a talking owl.
Under the advice of her friends, she decides to accept the editor position at the Charming Springs Gazette, hoping to dig up information that will help her break the barrier spell around the town and find her way back home.
What’s another complication, right?
With the suspicious death of a college frat fairy, and the fairy residents of Charming Springs falling ill with a mysterious sleeping sickness, it’s up to Indie and her feathered friend to piece together the source of it.
Maybe running the town’s newspaper is the least of her newfound worries…
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sucked in a quick breath. “Drusilla? Is that a vamp-rigged coffee machine over there?”
If she was capable of blushing, I knew she’d be flushed.
“I wouldn’t necessarily call it a coffee machine…” She batted her long lashes at me, conjuring up an innocent face that didn’t quite match the thigh-high boots she was sporting.
“Fun. Well, I guess I can’t expect you to start your day off without a nice warm mug of blood…” I trailed off, already regretting looking at the frothing liquid as she scooped up the mug with a guilty smile. I swallowed in an attempt not to offend my new co-worker.
“I’m not a morning person,” she said breezily, leaning against the counter.
And that of course, made total sense considering Drusilla was a vampire.
I’d met her not long after first getting stuck in this lovely but completely cursed town, so I was glad to see a familiar face when the Special Council gave me the keys to the Gazette and my shiny new position, editor in chief. When I asked her why she didn’t want the job, she’d laughed. I don’t like micromanaging. And only witches have been the editors on the paper since the beginning.
I wasn’t sure how to feel about that one, but what did I know about how things worked around here?
Have I had experience working on a newspaper, ever? No. Am I experienced in any kind of non-fictional writing? Also no. But the previous editor in chief sort of kicked the bucket right next to my camper one night, so here I am.