Welcome to Holiday Hills, where the coffee’s fresh and there’s magic in the air… I have a perfect life. I recently rented the most adorable little apartment on top of my favorite bookstore coffee shop on Main Street in Holiday Hills, the charmingest of charming small southern towns. I spend my days ghostwriting a cozy mystery series for a well-known author, and maybe just a minute or two crushing on the town’s police chief. But of course, I’d never let that cat out of the bag. I'm still dealing with my recent divorce, and no matter what my bestie says, I'm so not ready for anything in the romance department. Speaking of cats, my little Burmese, Cooper, follows me around like he’s my guard dog. Thankfully, Holiday Hills is animal friendly. Everyone’s got a cat or dog, and that crazy old woman on the back end of town has the funniest talking parrot. Oh, that crazy old woman, she’s a local celebrity, which can be a lot of trouble for her daughter. How do I know? Because that’s me. I’m the crazy old woman’s daughter. The good news is everyone loves my mother, including me. The bad news is she recently died, and when she did, she opened up a whole new world for me, one I’d always thought was fictional. The magical world. Now I have witchy powers, a talking cat, and a knack for finding dead bodies in my quaint little town. Ones that haven't died by accident. My name is Abby Odell and I’m a witch. Who knew? I sure didn’t. Thanks for that, Mom.

Welcome to Holiday Hills, where there is magic & mystery in the air... I wear many hats: I'm a friend. A sort-of girlfriend. A ghostwriter, and… ...oh yeah, a witch. My editor always tells me to “write what you know.” Unfortunately, that’s what’s happening...literally. When the main character in my latest novel—a witch herself—takes a new job with the Magical Bureau of Investigators, she stumbles upon a threat so big, it could destroy everything she holds dear. Fiction, right? Nope. For reasons beyond my witchy sixth sense, everything I write is now happening to me in real life! Did I mention my character gets into REALLY bad situations? Now I’ve got to figure out who’s cast this awkward spell and find a way to reverse it. And if I don’t do it soon, I might just wind up the "dead" in my deadline.

My name is Abby Odell, and I’m leading a double life. Don’t get me wrong, I love it! But being a witch in a predominantly human world is challenging sometimes. My hometown, Holiday Hills, isn’t your typical small town. It’s a magical town, but not to the humans. At least not until recently. Something’s happening and it’s not good. Magic is no longer hidden, and people are starting to witness events that don’t seem humanly possible. And that’s the problem. They’re not! Now my friends and neighbors are on edge, and some residents are even ready to turn Holiday Hills into the next Salem, Massachusetts. Someone’s changing the way Holiday Hills works, and it’s my job to fix things before they change humanity and magic forever. The problem is, I don’t know the who, what, when or why… just the where. Now I’ve got to find the witch who’s joining worlds and stop them before they tilt the axis so far, Holiday Hills will never be the same.

Being a witch can be complicated. We have powers, but with limitations. In a perfect witchy world, that works like a charm. But the witchy world isn’t perfect. Witches don’t always follow the rules, and when they don’t, bad things happen. Like Cassandra Bloom’s death, for starters. Holiday Hills residents, magical and humans, were afraid of Cassandra. She was the bad witch in every fairytale, the one with the ugly wart and long, stringy gray hair. But she didn’t just look scary. She was scary. Sure, everyone in town might feel secretly relieved Cassandra’s no longer with us, but they’re missing the bigger picture. Cassandra didn’t die of old age. She was murdered. And now I’ve got to figure out the why, how, and who before the killer strikes again. Until I do, no one in Holiday Hills is safe.

Grab your coffee and sit a spell. USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR Carolyn Ridder Aspenson brings back witch Abby Odell and sets her a wild ride on her cozy mystery broomstick with her snarky, talking, Burmese cat familiar by her side. Sometimes even a snarky Burmese cat familiar can’t fix his witch’s broken heart. Welcome to Holiday Hills, a quaint, small town filled with quirky residents and magical mayhem. And for me? Just toss a pinch of a love triangle as twisted as a unicorn's horn! I'm a witch and a paranormal cozy mystery writer with a serious case of heartache. You see, my ex-boyfriend, Gabe, has been kidnapped by a mountain man who's out for blood. And things are about to get even more complicated! Both my life, and my feelings. On the one hand, I've got a brand-spanking new publishing contract that's got me celebrating with a pint of cookies and cream ice cream. And on the other hand, I've got two magical men crowding my head and my heart - my ex, Gabe, and a new warlock who's knocking on my heart he’s cast a love spell over me. But if you know me, you know I've got a plan, and it involves finding Gabe before the mountain man does something terrible. The problem is, my talking cat familiar and I can’t do it alone. I need help, and I'm not sure how to ask for it without raising some eyebrows. I mean, how do you tell your new sort of beau that you need him to help rescue your ex without it being awkward? And let's not forget the suspicious characters lurking in the shadows. I've got a hunch that one of these magical men is responsible for Gabe's disappearance, and I'll be spellbound if I don't figure out who before it's too late. So grab your broomsticks, because we've got a mystery to solve! Will I save Gabe and risk losing my new love interest? Or will I choose the new guy and leave my past behind? Only time will tell in this magical mess of a love triangle! Witches, Warlocks, shapeshifters, coffee, pastries, books, murder, and a magical amateur sleuth! Holiday Hills has it all!

USA TODAY Bestselling Author Carolyn Ridder Aspenson returns to Holiday Hills where cozy mystery author Abby Odell writes books and casts spells with the help of her hilarious familiar, Cooper, the cat. My name is Abby Odell, and I’m a witch. Some call me a newbie because I didn’t know I was one until my mother died and her spell that bound my powers died along with her. My mother…always full of surprises. Fifteen years ago, my mother planned, funded, and managed Holiday Hills’ first annual Mum Festival to raise money for the Holiday Hills Library. The wonderful volunteers working with her took charge when she passed a few years ago, but I made sure things went off without a hitch. I didn’t expect that would include hunting down a murderer. It won’t be easy. My significant other, the town sheriff, is MIA on a secret magical assignment, I’ve got to tread carefully. His replacement, the deputy chief, isn’t my biggest fan and will so whatever’s necessary to keep himself the boss in town. But the entire town is on edge, and he wants to cancel the festival altogether. I can’t let that happen, not after my mother worked so hard for all those years. Besides, the library depends on the donation. And I know if I can find the killer, I can ease the fear growing in town. It you like southern cozies with a paranormal element and a fun cat, you'll love the witches of Holiday Hills.

Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead. The thing magicals fear the most has happened. Our secret is out. Jessie Rosenblatt, the Atlanta based news reporter, has learned the truth. Magic is real. As a paranormal cozy mystery author, I couldn’t have made up a more perfect mystery. Intent on being the most famous reporter of all time, Jessie promises to tell the rest of the world about our secret. You can imagine her visit to town doesn’t go well. After being forced out by an unknown magical spell, Jessie is found floating in Lake Magical, the biggest fishing lake in North Georgia. Everyone heard the commotion that night. The haunting howls, the eerie screams. No one was immune to the tragedy or the ramifications it’s caused. Now the magicals of Holiday Hills are out of control, and I won’t even talk about the crazy humans and their upheaval. Things are spiraling into a hot mess of danger, but only get worse when a local shape shifter is accused of the crime. But I think he’s innocent, and I intend to prove it. I’d like to say I’m handling things, but it turns out things are worse than I thought. You’d think I’d be shocked about that, but nope. Murder always wreaks havoc on both magicals and humans, and now they all think one of them is next. The one that told Jessie our secret. I just need to figure out who that is. Nothing will stop me from doing what I need to do—to find the person or magical responsible for Jessie’s murder, and with the help of my chief of police boyfriend, I plan to do just that. Let’s hope I can catch the killer before it catches me.

Every Christmas season Holiday Hills turns into a magical, witchy wonderland filled with snowmen, sugar cookies by the dozen, and bottomless mugs overflowing with hot cocoa and whipped cream. Everyone in town looks forward to the season, but all celebrating comes to a grinding halt when the big guy’s messengers arrive with the worst of news. It seems someone’s stolen Santa’s list and hidden it in Holiday Hills. Without it, Christmas won’t happen, and a world without Christmas can never be the same. But Abby and her familiar cat Cooper won’t let that happen, not on their watch. Can they find the list and save the holiday? Witchy Wonderland is a witchy holiday cozy mystery novella and is the sixth story in the Witches of Holiday Hills cozy mystery series.

Carolyn Ridder Aspenson is back with the next installment in the Witches of Holiday Hills Cozy Mystery Series where you’ll sit at the Enchanted Café and Bookstore sipping a cup of Bessie’s special coffee while her familiar parrot Mr. Charming repeats movie quotes and loves on Cooper, a snarky Burmese cat familiar. I can't believe I'm living out one of my own amateur sleuth novels. The only difference is, in real life, I don't have a clue who the villain is. Welcome to the magical town of Holiday Hills, where trouble is brewing and the stakes are high! One of our quirky, magical residents is a thief and a murderer, and this time, it’s personal . Bessie Frone, the beloved owner of the Enchanted Bookstore and Café, is in BIG trouble. Her family wand, made of pure gold and passed down for generations, has been stolen. Of course, Bessie is heartbroken, and now she’s ready to sell the shop and the building unless the wand is found. I can’t let her sell the Enchanted. It’s the heart of Holiday Hills, the place where gossip is always the daily special, and Bessie’s coffee is to die for! Well, not literally, thank Goddess! Now, as a magical amateur sleuth with a snarky Burmese cat familiar, I so what’s necessary to right this horrible wrong. With a list of suspects that includes a vampire who won’t keep her hands off my man, an angry shifter, a witch with a jewelry business, another witch who swears the wand is hers, and a stranger who seems to be in all the wrong places at the wrong times, I know finding the wand and the thief won't be easy. But I’m determined. To make matters worse, one of the suspects ends up dead, and the clock is ticking to find the wand and the killer before Bessie signs that sales contract. Even though my hottie witchy boyfriend who’s also the police chief is on the case, I'll conduct my own little investigation. So grab your familiars, witches and wizards because we've got a mystery to solve! Will I find the wand and the killer before it's too late? Only time will tell in this magical world of danger and secrets!

Welcome to Holiday Hills Georgia where the coffee’s hot, and magic is on the menu! Join good witch Abby Odell, her talking Burmese cat familiar, and her quirky cast of friends and foes in the magical town of Holiday Hills, where books, coffee, pastries, and magic are what matters most. Something strange is happening in Holiday Hills, my cozy and quaint magical town. Magicals are out of control . For starters witch magic is off… in a big way . Some witches can’t control their magic. Just yesterday Bessie turned a male witch customer into a six-month old baby with a pacifier in his mouth. I’m not sure who was more horrified, Bessie, or the customer. Worse yet, several witches have lost their powers completely. Werewolves have traded their hairy and scary forms for cute and cuddly lap dogs. I’m not a fan of werewolves in their true form but dressed in doll sweaters and whining to sit on my lap is just wrong on so many levels. Vampires have lost their umph, no longer even mildly seductive or flirtatious but bashful and cowardly. Even my arch-nemesis, she who shall not be named, is too timid to chase after my police chief boyfriend. Okay, maybe that’s not a bad thing, but it’s highly suspicious, and it’s how I realized something wasn’t right. Am I living in an episode of the Twilight Zone? What’s going on? When a fairy I’d run into months before shows up with a warning, things go downhill fast. It seems someone’s cast a hex over Holiday Hills. But wait, it doesn’t end there. When one of the magicals I suspect of casting that hex is found dead, I have to work overtime to catch a double-duty criminal.

Hey, it's me, Abby Odell - a resident witch of the quaint, magical town of Holiday Hills. My town has it all - vampires, shifters, fairies, werewolves, and even some humans who, by the way, have no clue about the magic happening right under their noses. But when Matilda Star, a wicked witch who's been blamed for multiple nasty spells turns up dead, I knew it wasn't going to be an ordinary day in our cozy little town. Then when I found a note she’d sent to me pointing the finger at Miss Goody Witch Shoes as her killer, I had a double challenge on my hands. First, figure out who Miss Goody Witch Shoes is, and second, prove she’s the killer. But it didn't take long to realize Matilda wasn’t Miss Goody Witch Shoes only victim. When another witch ends up dead under suspicious circumstances, the town panics. With the help of Cooper, my trusty familiar and a talking Burmese cat, and my sexy chief of police boyfriend, I work piece by piece to put together the puzzle, questioning suspects, and fitting together clues. But the killer is catching on, and as the clock ticks I must work to identify the killer and knock her right out of those Goody Witch Shoes before she gets to me first. In a town where anything can happen and magic is all around, the stakes are higher than ever. But with my wits, my powers, my sexy boyfriend, and Cooper by my side, I’m determined to crack the case and protect my town from the not-so-goody Miss Goody Witch Shoes.

What do pumpkin spice lattes and a crystalball have in common? Murder. Welcome to Holiday Hills, the quirkiest small town you'll ever visit, where magical beings and mystery collide! It’s fall, my favorite season—then again, it’s probably every witch’s favorite season, and I was excited for the fantastic fall festival, but boy, did things take a supernatural turn. Picture this: the Enchanted Bookstore and Café, the heart of our town, filled with cozy corners and magical tales. Just when I thought the only excitement would be sipping my pumpkin spice latte, in waltzes Patrick Murphy, the local psychic. Well, hold on to your broomsticks, because chaos erupted faster than you can say abracadabra. But here's the real my trusty cat familiar, Cooper, had a psychic vision. Apparently, Patrick was destined for a one-way trip to the great beyond, and it was up to us to solve the case. Oh, the joys of being a magical sleuth with a talking feline sidekick! Suddenly, nearly everyone becomes a possible suspect in Patrick's future murder—yeah, you heard that right. Patrick wasn’t dead yet, but his time here on earth was short. The divine collective, those supernatural bigwigs who pull the strings, set up a lineup of potential culprits before any actual crime occurred. I mean, seriously, this town runs on its own unique brand of logic. Just when the festival kicks off, BAM! Patrick meets his untimely demise, courtesy of a good old-fashioned crystal ball to the noggin. His crystal ball. And guess what? My bestie, Stella, a human with no knack for finding herself in the middle of trouble, becomes a prime suspect. I am not pleased. So now, in between sipping on endless cups of enchanted tea, I'm on a mission to unmask the real killer and keep my innocent friend out of the slammer. But wait, Cooper drops the bombshell that another murder is on the horizon. Seriously, can't a witch catch a break? As if I wasn't busy enough writing fictional cozy mystery murders, now I have to play detective. But hey, who needs a social life when there's a murderer on the loose? Join me on this magical roller coaster ride as I juggle spells, suspects, and a sexy police chief who just happens to be my boyfriend. If I don't solve this mystery soon, my love life might be the next thing to disappear! Get ready for a paranormal cozy mystery that will leave you laughing, gasping, and craving another cup of enchanted java. Who needs a peaceful fall festival when you can have murder, mayhem, and macabre magic? Grab a copy now and prepare to be charmed in the enchanting world of Holiday Hills!

Step into the enchanting town of Holiday Hills, where the aroma of excellent coffee mingles with an extra touch of magic. That's right, we're talking about magic potions that can turn an ordinary day into an extraordinary one, among other things. But when the veil of tranquility is shattered by the disappearance of one of these extraordinary elixirs, and the normally grumpy supernatural residents find themselves unusually content, it's up to Abby and Cooper to restore order to the supernatural realm. Assigned with the crucial task of locating the missing potion by none other than Bessie, Abby's dear friend and aunt-like mentor, she and Cooper waste no time in diving headfirst into the mystery. The trail of clues is as elusive as a wisp of smoke, and the suspects appear to be reveling in their newfound happiness. Nevertheless, Abby and Cooper remain undeterred, ready to crack the case and bring back the missing potion. In a world where magic and mystery intertwine, Abby's intuition and Cooper's keen senses prove to be a formidable duo. Together, they embark on a thrilling journey, navigating and unraveling secrets that lay hidden in the shadows of the Enchanted’s book stacks. As the clock ticks away, urgency pulses in their veins. They must uncover the truth, restore balance to Holiday Hills, and ensure that the missing potion doesn't fall into the wrong hands. With their magical abilities and unwavering determination, Abby and Cooper embrace their roles as the chosen magicals to solve this perplexing conundrum. As they delve deeper into the mystery, they discover that even in a world of whimsy and wonder, not everything is as it seems. Prepare for a spellbinding adventure as Abby and Cooper unravel the threads of the case, chasing clues that lead them down unexpected paths. With each twist and turn, the stakes rise higher, urging them forward on their quest for truth.

Welcome to Holiday Hills, a magical town where the tea is sweet, and magic is always on the menu. As Holiday Hills buzzes with both trepidation and excitement preparing to host the state news station’s inaugural Enchanted Treats culinary competition, I find myself thrust into a web of intrigue that even my own cozy mystery novels could hardly conjure. Everyone is excited for the big celebration, a party on the night before the semi-finals. The competing chefs have prepared practice menus and tasty treats for guests, yours truly included. Yet, as the aroma of delicious and tantalizing treats fills the air, an unexpected and chilling event shatters the whimsy that usually envelopes the town. Victor Havensworth, a temperamental chef from Atlanta and judge of the competition, is discovered murdered, casting a shadow over the once-vibrant atmosphere. And of course, Bessie steps up to take his spot as a judge. Not that I wasn’t already worried because of another murder in town, but Bessie’s involvement in the event kicked my heart rate up a few notches. Because until Victor Havensworth’s murder is found, no one is safe. My resolve to find the killer increases as someone tries to stop me from solving the case. But those cryptic warnings and dangerous stunts don't scare me. Oh, and then there’s that thing with my best friend, Stella. Dealing with her new-found persona makes solving a murder seem easy. Only, it won’t stay that way if the murderer gets to me first.

USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR CAROLYN RIDDER ASPENSON is back with another witchy mystery sure to light a fire under your cauldron! Welcome to Holiday Hills where murder and magic are always on the menu! Holiday Hills has a bit of a situation on our hands. Our cranky health inspector finally quit, and a new-to-town friendly witch named Ronnie Daniels filled the spot. Health inspections improved, business owners worried less, and Ronnie had become the most popular witch in town. But the cauldron boiled over, and it didn’t take long for her true colors to show. Nobody likes a fake. Disappointed by inspection reports, local business owners petitioned to have Ronnie fired and banned from Holiday Hills. Only someone took matters into their own hands. Ronnie’s demise initially pointed fingers directly at our beloved bakery owner, Charity Rutherford. Thankfully, the actual cause of death surfaced, and Charity Rutherford was determined innocent. But that only made things more suspect. Someone had gone to great lengths to frame her. But why? Was she the true target, or was she simply a pawn in the killer’s game? If it was an intentional setup, then Charity was in danger, and the killer needed to be found pronto. So, there I was yet again, sticking my nose into my significant other’s business, snooping and questioning suspects as usual. Little did I know things would take a menacing turn when the killer caught wind of my investigations, and I’d find myself squarely in their sights.

HOLIDAY HILLS CAN'T CELEBRATE CHRISTMAS WITHOUT BESSIE'S CHARMED CAROLING MUSIC! Join Abby and friends as they make it their number one priority to find the music sheets and bring the holidays back to Holiday Hills. In the picturesque town of Holiday Hills, every snowflake that falls has a touch of magic and every resident has a quirky secret or two. This year, the most awaited event is Bessie's annual Christmas carol night where magicals from near and far come together to sing enchanting carols crafted by a rare and ancient family spell that can only be conjured once a year. But as the first snowflake settled on the doorstep of the Enchanted, the town's beloved bookshop and coffee house, Bessie discovers that the charmed carol sheets have vanished! Without these magical notes, Christmas in Holiday Hills will be silent for the first time in centuries. Enter me, Abby Odell, a witch determined to make Christmas right, and find those music sheets. With the help of my Burmese cat familiar, Cooper, my bestie, Stella, and her familiar a drooly dog named Pony, of course. The problem is, we have no idea where to start. As the clues unravel, we stumble upon a plot twistier than a candy cane and finds there's more at stake than just a song. Grab a gingerbread latte, snuggle under a warm blanket, and dive into a festive adventure where the bells aren't the only things that'll be ringing!

If there's one thing I've learned from living in Holiday Hills, it's that our quaint little town has more secrets than the Enchanted Bookstore has rare spell books. I'm Abby Odell, and yes, I’m a witch. So is my best friend, Stella, and we get our daily dose of caffeine and the latest town gossip at the Enchanted Bookstore and Café, the town’s favorite gathering spot. But this story isn't about caffeine and town gossip. It’s about murder. Morgana Mistwood, Holiday Hills' most unpopular witch of the moment, known for breaking spells cast by other witches and causing chaos, was found dead in her home by yours truly. When you find a dead body, a knife, a pool of blood, and a note saying the witch deserved what she got, there’s no spell to unsee that. What did the note mean, and who wrote it? Was Morgana murdered for breaking a spell of another witch? If so, what spell? Who wanted her out of the picture badly enough to commit murder? Of course, I can’t just let it lie. There’s a dark magic lurking in the shadows of town, and since I found Morgana, I feel responsible for finding her killer, too. Only, whoever that is isn’t keen on me sniffing around. With the help of my best friend Stella, and our familiars, we set out to solve Morgan’s murder, hoping the sinister forces at play don’t prove too powerful for us to handle.

Welcome back to Holiday Hills, a magical town where good always trumps evil, even if it’s a little late to the game. Oh, how I love Bessie’s place, the hub of Holiday Hills, the Enchanted Bookstore and Café. I spend my days there, sweet aroma of cinnamon lattes, the gentle rustle of book pages, and the soft tapping of my laptop keys as I spin tales of witchy whodunits. That was, until reality decided to give my fiction a run for its money. Again. My regular table, nestled in a cozy corner beneath an antique chandelier, has always been my sanctuary - until Hansen, a male witch finishing high school, and one of Bessie’s part-time employees, dropped dead right in the middle of delivering a tray of pumpkin spice lattes to a gaggle of wide-eyed high school magicals. Now, instead of weaving fictional tales of intrigue and whimsy, I'm embroiled in a bona fide mystery. I have to be. Bessie is the closest thing I have to family, and I owe her my life. At least I’m not alone in this. I’ve got Cooper, my snarky cat familiar who’s got an opinion on everything, my best friend, Stella, who just wants to conjure calorie-free cupcakes on the regular, and her pup familiar, Pony, who, bless his heart, has a nose as sharp for sniffing out clues as it is for finding hidden snacks. Together, we've formed an unlikely and unofficial detective squad, one my police chief significant other swears will be the death of him, even though he’ll never die. Literally. You see, in our little town, things are never as simple as they seem. Hansen's death wasn’t an unfortunate accident. It was murder. As I dig deeper, juggling interviews with suspects and book deadlines, I began to uncover secrets that would make even my most scandalous characters blush. From love potions gone awry to ancient grudges simmering beneath polite smiles, everyone’s got something to hide. But I need to catch this killer quickly. Not only for Bessie, but because it's becoming alarmingly clear that I might be next on their list. It’s a race against the clock, and if I don’t write the final scene on my terms, I could end up the final draft of my own book.