Pet Psychic Mysteries Boxset Books 5-8 (Magic Market Mysteries Book 2) Erin Johnson (good books for 8th graders .txt) 📖

I shook my head but leaned over, catching the waitress’s eye. “A vanilla milkshake for the dog, please.”

She frowned but nodded.

Peter raised a thick brow, and I waved it off.

“Peace offering to Daisy.” If all it took was a milkshake to keep her off my case, I could handle that.

He grinned and ruffled her head.

I munched on a bite of fried fish, thinking over the wild events of the night. I raised my brows. “You feeling okay with… everything?”

Peter grinned and found my foot under the table with his. “Yeah. I’m feeling good with everything.”

I winced. “You sure? This is pretty risky.”

He grinned wider. “Yeah, but I think it’ll be worth it. I think we’re on to something big.”

I fought a grin. “Are we talking about the whole Ludolf thing or—” I motioned between us. “Us?”

He winked. “Both.”

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The Squawking Dead

A Cozy Witch Mystery

About The Squawking Dead

When the owner of a sanctuary is killed in a cage, can a witch who can speak to animals solve the murder and find the missing phoenix?

When the owner of an animal sanctuary is found dead inside one of the cages, Jolene teams up with her hot cop boyfriend and his lie sniffing dog to catch the killer. But with rumors that the victim axed her millionaire husband, a second body, and a missing phoenix thrown in the mix, it’s turning into a zoo of a case.

On top of everything, the animals are giving her the silent treatment, and Jolene fears the sanctuary is hiding a dark secret.

Will this cursed witch be able to find the fire bird before it combusts, and bring the truth of the murders to light? Or will Jolene get burned as the whole thing goes up in flames?

The Squawking Dead is the seventh novel in the hilarious and enchanting Magic Market paranormal cozy mystery series. If you like talking animal sidekicks, delicious riddles, and cheeky female leads, then you’ll love Erin Johnson’s enchanting tale.

Happy reading!

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Crab Puffs

“Appetizers?” Heidi rolled her wrist, wand in hand, and the round gold trays laden with dragon rolls, shrimp, mini quiches, and cheese and crackers magically lowered to waist height. The chattering group of guests broke apart and clustered around the trays, eagerly scooping up snacks.

Thank the seas Heidi was such a good friend—and so coordinated. She managed to not only keep her own appetizer tray afloat, but mine as well as we threaded through the hundreds of glittering party guests.

As a certain curse had deprived me of magic, I’d have had to manually carry that tray around without her. And I’d have either tuckered out or probably knocked the tray over on some aristocrat’s head and gotten myself fired. Which would have been unfortunate. And it wasn’t because I needed the money or all the food and drinks I’d been sneaking—I was here to collect intel.

A woman in a floor-length leopard print dress pointed a black gloved finger at a mini quiche.

“Is it vegetarian?”

I blinked back at her, eyes wide. For one, she’d caught me unprepared—I’d been wondering where one found a floor-length leopard print dress. But two, I’d just stuffed one of those dragon rolls in my mouth and could barely chew, my mouth was so full, much less talk.

Thankfully, Heidi leaned over and saved my scales once again. “Nope. They have ham in them. Try the cheese and crackers?” My friend magically rotated the tray so they’d be easier for her to reach.

The guest smiled her thanks, took her cracker, and rejoined her similarly decked out friends. Animal print was apparently the theme for the Night of the Phoenix fundraising event at the Magical Animal Sanctuary.

“Excuse me!” I jumped back as a woman shoved past.

“Oof!”

She stumbled into a heavy man who turned and scowled at her, but the lady, who looked to be about seventy, never paused—just pushed her way through the crowd. I followed her with my eyes for another minute. It wasn’t just her expression—she’d looked pale and distraught— that made me take note of her. I frowned a little as I realized she was maybe the only person at the party in head-to-toe black—well, besides us servers—no hint of animal print. What had her in such a hurry?

As she disappeared into the sea of party guests, someone else caught my attention. I nudged Heidi with my elbow and jerked my chin at a guy threading his way through the crowd.

“Would you ever date a guy who wore a tiger print tuxedo?” I had to lean close to her and raise my voice to be heard over the murmur of voices, click of heels, clink of glasses, and the magically amplified harp music coming from the stage in the corner of the big, glass-ceilinged room.

Heidi giggled, then her dark eyes grew wide and she pressed a fingertip with a shiny black nail to the communication device in her ear. “Oops! No, Peter, that was not a question for you.”

She flashed her eyes at me, and I grinned as I munched on the last of the dragon roll.

She swatted at me and mouthed, “Stop eating all the food.”

I popped a quiche into my mouth before she magically raised the trays higher than I could reach.

“It’s food. It’s here to be eaten.” I rose on my toes and swiped at the trays while she grinned.

Her gaze dropped, and she nodded. “Okay.” She looked at me. “Peter wants me to tell you that he’s