Charmed Caper by Lucia Ashta

 Charmed Caper

Charmed Caper by Lucia Ashta (Witches of Gales Haven Book, #3)
English | 2020| Fantasy | ePUB | 3.0 MB

Lucia Ashta, a former attorney and architect, is an Argentinian-American author who lives in Sedona with her beloved and three daughters. She published her first story (about an unusual Cockatoo) at the age of eight, and she’s been at it ever since.

Marla Gawama is the new detective of Gales Haven.
She knows nothing about sleuthing, but her nan assigned her the job, and what Bessie Gawama wants, she gets.
Marla does her best to carry out her new detective doo-ties. She even dons her comfortable running shoes and sets out to get ’er done.
But when some bumbling bumpkins show up in town, and Haveners start losing their marbles left and right, it becomes clear she’s not cut out for the job.
That never stopped a Gawama witch before.
And she isn’t going to let it stop her now.
One thing the Gawamas know how to do is ride with the crazy.

But I’d dealt with worse than one nutty old lady. Heck, I shared a house with several women of dubious levels of sanity. A fine line separated bold and crazy, and the Gawamas tended to ride it straight up the middle.

“Look,” I said, “will you please just let Mo Ellen know I’m here? I need to see her.”

“I will not call my granddaughter to the door when she could be in danger. What kind of woman do you take me for?” She curled her hands into fists and brought them up in front of her face, squinting at me something fierce.

I had no intention of telling her what I thought of her. I wasn’t stupid.

“I have business with Mo Ellen,” I tried instead.

“Just because you say you have business with my grandbaby doesn’t mean a thing when you’re a liar.”

I growled. “Dammit. I am not a liar. I’m so honest that people don’t always like what I have to say, and if you keep pushing me like this, I’m liable to tell you exactly what I think of you. And I promise you, you won’t like it.”

She lowered her fists and stepped closer, angling her head upward to look at me. Those eyes were slits behind her thick glasses.

“Are you threatening me?”

“No, but maybe I should be. You’re a kook. I’m just here to see Mo Ellen. She’s expecting me. I ordered a spell from her a couple of weeks ago. I’m here to pick it up.”

Or whatever one did with a spell like this.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place? Tricking an old woman like me, making me think you were a liar and thief, tracking shit into the house. And the flies. So many flies.”

Shaking my head, I opened my mouth, shut it, then opened it again. Ignoring the fierce little woman all but pressed against me, I called into the house. “Mo Ellen? Are you in there?”

I snapped my gaze down just in time to watch Ol’ Nutter press her hand against my chest, smack in the middle of my boobs, and shove. She had a surprising amount of strength, and I staggered backward.

“What the hell? You pushed me. In the boobs! That hurt.”

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