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!

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!

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!

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.