Curiosity Killed the Cat Lady (Country Cottage Mysteries #34)

It’s Halloween in Spider Cove and someone’s about to get ghosted—permanently.
I’m Bizzy Baker Wilder, and nothing says spooky season disaster quite like the Scream Queens Showcase booking my Country Cottage Inn for their week-long horror hosting convention. Between Gothic fashion shows, deadly cocktail parties, and a documentary filming everyone’s darkest secrets, these vintage glamour divas make backstabbing look like a competitive sport.

So naturally, when the reigning queen of horror hosting drops dead during the festival kickoff, I’m suddenly investigating a murder where everyone had motive and half the suspects are literally experts on killing people.

Have I mentioned I can read minds? Yeah. And believe me, it turns out that animals have far more interesting things to say. My talking pets, Fish and Sherlock Bones, help me navigate a world of rival horror hostesses who smile while sharpening their claws.

But someone at this festival is willing to kill to keep their secrets buried, and I’m running out of time to stop them before another body drops.

My pets are conducting unauthorized haunted mansion investigations, my sister’s selling “guaranteed soulmate” candles to desperate festival-goers, and my hot detective husband is solving a homicide case during the spookiest week of the year. Meanwhile, I’m juggling a one-year-old vampire, a ghost-kissing octogenarian named Georgie, and enough fake fog to make every ghost jealous.

Good thing I can read minds—because when the veil between the living and the dead is this thin, even thoughts can be deadly. And in a group this cutthroat, the trick is figuring out who’s treating murder like a treat.

From the
NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL, and USA TODAY
bestselling author, Addison Moore
Cosmopolitan Magazine calls Addison’s books, “...easy, frothy fun!”

An innkeeper who reads minds.
The Country Cottage Inn is known for its hospitality. Leaving can be murder.
Includes RECIPE!

My name is Bizzy Baker Wilder, 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.