Murder in the Mix Boxed Set 28-30 Addison Moore Contents Connect with Addison Moore Eggnog Trifle Trouble Connect with Addison Moore Book Description 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 Recipe Acknowledgments Waffles at the Wake Book Description 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 Recipe Acknowledgments Raspberry Tart Terror Book Description 1. Lottie 2. Everett 3. Lottie 4. Lottie 5. Noah 6. Lottie 7. Lottie 8. Everett 9. Lottie 10. Lottie 11. Everett 12. Lottie 13. Lottie 14. Lottie 15. Noah 16. Lottie 17. Everett 18. Noah 19. Lottie 20. Everett 21. Noah 22. Lottie 23. Lottie 24. Noah 25. Everett 26. Lottie Recipe Books by Addison Moore Acknowledgments About the Author Connect with Addison Moore For up to the minute pre-order and new release alerts *Be sure to subscribe to Addison’s mailing list for sneak peeks and updates on all upcoming releases! Or click over to the WEBSITE ✦Follow Addison on Amazon for the latest updates! ✦Follow Addison on Bookbub! ✦Like on Facebook *Want to chat about the books? Hop over to Addison’s Reader Corner on Facebook! Copyright © 2020 by Addison Moore 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. All Rights Reserved. This eBook is for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this eBook with another person, please purchase any additional copies for each reader. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Copyright © 2020 by Addison Moore Created with Vellum Connect with Addison Moore For up to the minute pre-order and new release alerts *Be sure to subscribe to Addison’s mailing list for sneak peeks and updates on all upcoming releases! Or click over to the WEBSITE ✦Follow Addison on Amazon for the latest updates! ✦Follow Addison on Bookbub! ✦Like on Facebook *Want to chat about the books? Hop over to Addison’s Reader Corner on Facebook! Book Description My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so I rarely see dead people. Mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety, aka dead pets, who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom. It’s time for the Jingle Hop Ball in Honey Hollow, and the Christmas Angels are hosting an auction to go along with it to help benefit needy families. When a painting rumored to be haunted is auctioned off to Carlotta, it brings more trouble than one could imagine. The snow is falling, the accusations are flying, and it’s beginning to look a lot like murder. Lottie Lemon has a brand new bakery to tend to, a budding romance with perhaps one too many suitors, and she has the supernatural ability to see the dead—which are always harbingers for ominous things to come. Throw in the occasional ghost of the human variety, a string of murders, and her insatiable thirst for justice, and you’ll have more chaos than you know what to do with. Living in the small town of Honey Hollow can be murder. Chapter 1 My name is Lottie Lemon, and I see dead people. Okay, so rarely do I see dead people. Mostly I see furry creatures of the dearly departed variety who have come back from the other side to warn me of their previous owner’s impending doom. But right now, the only spirit I’m surrounded by is the holiday spirit as I take in the grand ballroom at the Evergreen Manor. It’s a snowy Saturday night in early December—the night of the Jingle Hop Ball put on by an organization called the Christmas Angels whose prime objective is to raise funds for needy families and making sure underprivileged kids find gifts under the tree Christmas morning. It’s a fifty dollar a plate dinner, their biggest fundraiser of the year, and judging by the fact that all of Honey Hollow—heck, all of Vermont has turned out, I think they should well exceed the giving goals they’ve highlighted on the easel out front. I spot my mother, my sisters, and even my obstetrician here tonight. Everyone and anyone is under this roof, and I’ll admit, there’s something comforting being in a room full of friends and family. The ballroom at the Evergreen Manor looks magical this evening. It’s festooned with enough garland and twinkle lights to wrap around the planet twice, and the entire left side of the room is filled with pre-decorated Christmas trees as a part of the silent auction. The trees were donated by the Jolly Holly Tree Lot, and each one has been adorned top to bottom with a specific theme—snowmen, reindeer, under the sea—and there’s even a tree devoted to baking with miniature cookie sheets, rolling pins, and ornaments in the shape of delicious desserts. The tree lot donates these fully bejeweled evergreen beauties to a charity event each year, and each year it seems the trees grow that much more elaborate. “A Holly Jolly Christmas” blares through the speakers, the spiked eggnog is flowing, and the dance floor is flooded with glammed up women and dapper men. But the proverbial star on top of the Christmas tree this evening is the fact Santa is here, along with Mrs. Claus and his elves, to take photos with all the guests. And judging by the line, everyone is desperate for a holiday picture. I look up to find Judge Essex Everett Baxter striding my way. Everett is my lethally handsome husband with his jet-black hair and commanding blue eyes, and it’s worthy to note those would be bedroom eyes. “Lemon”—he offers the flicker of one of his hard-won smiles—“you must be a
