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a witchcraft mystery 08 - a toxic trousseau
- Praise for Juliet Blackwell and the Witchcraft Mysteries
- Also by Juliet Blackwell
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Excerpt from A GHOSTLY LIGHT
- About the Author
PRAISE FOR
NEW YORK TIMES
BESTSELLING AUTHOR JULIET BLACKWELL AND THE WITCHCRAFT MYSTERIES
“A smashingly fabulous tale.”
—
New York Times
bestselling author Victoria Laurie
“It’s a fun story, with romance possibilities with a couple of hunky men, terrific vintage clothing, and the enchanting Oscar. But there is so much more to this book. It has serious depth.”
—
The Herald News
(MA)
“Blackwell has another winner . . . a great entry in a really great series.”
—
RT Book Reviews
“I believe this is the best of this series I’ve read. . . . Juliet Blackwell is a master . . . but truly, reading the entire series is a pleasure.”
—Fresh Fiction
“[Blackwell] continues to blend magic, mystery, and romance in this sixth novel that shines with good humor and a great plot.”
—Kings River Life Magazine
“This series gets better and better with each book. . . . A good mystery that quickly became a page-turner.”
—Dru’s Book Musings
“An enticing, engrossing read, a mystery that’s hard to put down, and wickedly fun.”
—MyShelf.com
“Sparkles with Blackwell’s outstanding storytelling skills.”
—Lesa’s Book Critiques
“Funny and thoughtful . . . an easy read with an enjoyable heroine and a touch of witchy intuition.”
—The Mystery Reader
“A wonderful paranormal amateur sleuth tale. . . . Fans will enjoy Lily’s magical mystery tour of San Francisco.”
—Genre Go Round Reviews
“An excellent blend of mystery, paranormal, and light humor.”
—The Romance Readers Connection
Also by Juliet Blackwell
T
HE
P
ARIS
K
EY
T
HE
W
ITCHCRAFT
M
YSTERY
S
ERIES
Secondhand Spirits
A Cast-off Coven
Hexes and Hemlines
In a Witch’s Wardrobe
Tarnished and Torn
A Vision in Velvet
Spellcasting in Silk
T
HE
H
AUNTED
H
OME
R
ENOVATION
S
ERIES
If Walls Could Talk
Dead Bolt
Murder on the House
Home for the Haunting
Keeper of the Castle
Give Up the Ghost
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Copyright © Julie Goodson-Lawes, 2016
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PUBLISHER’S NOTE
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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To Chris and Casey, Bill and Brian
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Contents
Praise for Juliet Blackwell and the Witchcraft Mysteries
Chapter 1
Small business owners have their morning routines. Some people switch on the lights, brew a cup of coffee, and read the paper before engaging with the day. Some count out the money in the register and tidy up the merchandise. Some sweep and hose down the front walk.
Each morning before opening my vintage clothing store, Aunt Cora’s Closet, I sprinkle salt water widdershins, smudge sage deosil, and light a white candle while chanting a spell of protection.
Such spells can be powerful, and for a small business owner like me they serve an important purpose: to help customers maintain their composure in the face of fashion frustrations, keep evil intentions at bay, and discourage those with sticky fingers from rummaging through the feather boas, chiffon prom dresses, and silk evening gowns and then trying to shove said items into pockets or backpacks or under shirts.
But protection spells aren’t much good against litigation.
“Lily Ivory?” asked the petite, somber young woman who entered Aunt Cora’s Closet, a neon yellow motorcycle helmet under one arm. She had dark hair and eyes, and I imagined she would have been pretty had she smiled. But her expression was dour.
“Yes?” I asked, looking up from a list of receipts.
She held out a manila envelope. “You have been served.”
“Served?”
“You are hereby notified of a lawsuit against you, Aunt Cora’s Closet, and one errant pig, name unknown. By the by, not that it’s any of my business, but is it even legal to own livestock in the city?”
I cast a glare in the direction of said pig, my witch’s familiar, Oscar. At least, I tried to, but he’d disappeared. Only moments earlier Oscar had been snoozing on his hand-embroidered purple silk pillow, resting up for a busy day of trying to poke his snout under the dressing room curtains while customers tried on vintage cocktail dresses, fringed leather jackets, and Jackie O pillbox hats. Now only the slight rustling of a rack of 1980s spangled prom dresses revealed his location.
“My
pig’s
being served with legal papers?”
“Not so much your pig as you. Your property, your worry. At least, that’s how it works with dogs, so I assume . . .” The woman trailed off with an officious shrug as she headed for the front door with long strides, already pulling on her helmet. “But that isn’t any of my business; I just deliver the bad news. Have a nice day.”
“Wait—”
She didn’t pause. I followed her outside, where someone was revving the engine of a large black motorcycle. The woman jumped on the back and they zoomed off.
“Duuude,” said Conrad, the homeless young man who slept in nearby Golden Gate Park and spent the better part of his days “guarding” the curb outside of my store. In San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, many young homeless people lived this way, panhandling and scrounging and generally referring to themselves as “gutter punks.” Over the past year, Conrad—or as he liked to call himself, “The Con”—had become a friend and the unofficial guardian of Aunt Cora’s Closet. “You get served?”