A Christmas to Dismember, Addison Moore [howl and other poems .TXT] 📗

A Christmas to DismemberCountry Cottage Mysteries 12

Addison Moore Bellamy Bloom

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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

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Acknowledgments

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Copyright © 2020 by Addison Moore, Bellamy Bloom

Edited by Paige Maroney Smith

Cover by Lou Harper, Cover Affairs

This novel is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to peoples either living or deceased is purely coincidental. Names, places, and characters are figments of the author’s imagination. The author holds all rights to this work. It is illegal to reproduce this novel without written expressed consent from the author herself.

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The Country Cottage Inn is known for its hospitality. Leaving can be murder.

My name is Bizzy Baker, and I can read minds. Not every mind, not every time, but most of the time, and believe me when I say, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

The holidays have arrived in Cider Cove and so has the owner of the Country Cottage Inn. Bizzy is instructed to throw a holiday gala to remember in hopes to wow the owner’s fancy friends, but the festivities come to an abrupt end when a killer joins the party. Christmas is afoot and so is murder.

Bizzy Baker runs the Country Cottage Inn, has the ability to pry into the darkest recesses of both the human and animal mind, and has just stumbled upon a body. With the help of her kitten, Fish, a mutt named Sherlock Bones, and an ornery yet dangerously good-looking homicide detective, Bizzy is determined to find the killer.

Cider Cove, Maine is the premier destination for fun and relaxation. But when a body turns up, it’s the premier destination for murder.

Chapter 1

“You are a stunner. Have I mentioned that yet?” The man standing before me at the reception counter gives a little wink as he says it. What I wouldn’t do to have a night alone with this alley cat.

He waggles his brows my way and any trace of a smile melts from my face.

My name is Bizzy Baker Wilder, and I can read minds. Not every mind, not every time, but it happens, and believe me, it’s moments like this that I actually regret my supernatural abilities.

“Yes”—I clear my throat—“actually, you have mentioned that.” Twenty-six times and counting. A forced smile stretches across my face as I look at Earl Quinn Bennet, the man who owns the Country Cottage Inn.

I’ve worked right here at the inn as the manager for a half a decade and only met him once before, about a million moons ago.

Quinn is older—sixties, maybe? Early seventies? But he’s still a looker, with sharp features, twinkling devilish blue eyes, and gray stubble on both his crown and his cheeks.

This is his first trip stateside in years, but he did let me know he was coming and that he would be throwing the holiday party to end all holiday parties. And that fact alone explains why I have twelve live reindeer roaming around in a makeshift corral at the front of the inn.

It snowed last light, a bona fide Christmas miracle at our end of coastal Maine, which only adds to the seasonal magic. It’s early December, and my team and I have worked triple time to festoon the Country Cottage Inn into a virtual wonderland with enough garland and twinkle lights to wrap around the globe twice. And let’s not forget the endless supply of red bows and vibrant poinsettias, the gloriously tall Christmas tree in the foyer, the one in the grand room, the dining room, and the three different evergreen stunners sitting in the ballroom, too.

Speaking of the ballroom, I glance in that direction at the sign in the gilded frame, sitting on an equally gilded easel that reads Welcome to the Christmas Showcase!

I tried to get Quinn to nail down a refined name for his big event this evening, but he said it didn’t need a fancy name. He also mentioned that his friends were pretentious so he didn’t have to be. Although knowing what I do about him, which isn’t much, Quinn Bennet has plenty of reasons to be as pretentious as he wants to be—several billion reasons to be exact.

But it’s not just Quinn’s ritzy friends that he’s invited. He asked me to extend the invitation to all of Cider Cove as a way to thank our cozy town for their continued support of the inn. The showcase is set to begin in a little under an hour, and the foyer is bustling with socialites from all over Maine. Our cute little seaside town, Cider Cove, doesn’t have too many socialites roaming around in it, but just about everyone I know has shown up for the event regardless.

A tall, burly man in a black suit, red dress shirt, and silver tie steps into the inn. He’s stalky, chest as broad as a football player’s, somewhat scraggly white beard and bushy brows to match as he heads straight