A Whispering Pines Short Mystery Collection #2
A Whispering Pines Short Mystery Collection #2
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Welcome to Whispering Pines, a cozy Northwoods village that’s overflowing with holiday spirit and deeply buried secrets.
Novella 1: SECRET OF THE WINTER WOODSMAN
A teenage witch’s search for holiday cheer leads to her uncovering a decades’ old secret that could shatter the peace of Whispering Pines.
Novella 2: SECRET OF THE SEASON’S FORTUNE
Lost in Wisconsin’s snowy wilderness, two friends find shelter in a home that offers mystery, magic, and the chance to finally make peace with their past.
Novella 3: SECRET OF THE HOPEFUL HOLIDAY
Amid the strange, magical happenings going on in the charming small town of Blackwood Grove, Jayne meets a pink-haired stranger who may hold the key to a holiday miracle.
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Chapter 1
I hurried down the stairs, taking care not to trip on my long skirt, and rushed across the cottage. Someone was knocking on the front door. I opened it to find Blind Willie Haggerty and Lucy O’Shea standing there with overflowing baskets in hand.
“Blessed be, Morgan. We come bearing gifts.” Lucy’s smile was big and bright, although a bit of the usual sparkle was missing from her eyes.
I opened the door wider and let them in. “What are you two doing here?”
“Just told you,” Willie replied in his charmingly gruff manner, “we’re bearing gifts.” He stomped the snow off his big boots, then kissed my cheek as he entered.
“We wanted to make sure you had enough to eat.” Lucy set her boots on the shoe tray by the door, then strode straight to the kitchen with her package. “It’s been almost a week since our last delivery.”
“And we wanted to check on your patient. How’s she doing today?” Willie kicked off his boots and placed them next to Lucy’s then followed her path.
I pulled my shawl tighter around my shoulders and glanced up at the second floor where our bedrooms were. My heart was heavy but growing a little lighter each day.
“She’s sleeping now but has been taking fewer, shorter naps this week. She had a pine needle bath a little while ago so is quite content.” At Willie’s confused expression, I laughed. A hearty, endorphin-releasing guffaw. When was the last time I’d laughed like that? “I toss a cheesecloth sachet of pine needles, Epsom salts, oatmeal, and a few drops of cypress essential oil into the tub and let it steep while she soaks.”
“What’s all that do?” He stoked the fire in the kitchen hearth.
“It performs a bit of nature magic. The Epsom salts help with achy muscles. Oatmeal soothes itchy skin.”
“And we all know the benefits of pine,” Lucy added while pulling a container from the basket.
We did know. Our village was surrounded by a pine forest, after all.
“The scent of pine,” I explained, “clears sinuses and bronchial passages. It helps with circulation. And especially beneficial for Mama, it aids in mental clarity.”
A little more than a month ago, Mama had a stroke. Thank the Goddess it was a minor one.
