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Black & White Croakies (Enchanting Inquiries Book 9) $2.99 This title will be released on Apr 7, 2020.
Good parenting advice: Only allow your small frog, cat, and hobgoblin limited and supervised television time, or risk stunting their mental and physical growth.Yeah, it might already be too late for that…
It seemed like good, innocent fun. A trip back to a simpler time, a fun jaunt to the “good old days”. It turned out to be anything but harmless. The “kids” loved the old, black and white shows. But, per usual at Croakies, things devolved quickly, transforming “quiet” time into a heart-pounding adventure.
And of course, as you’d expect, the frog, the cat, and the hobgoblin are right in the middle of it all.
I’m a total derf at this whole parenting thing.
And my “children” are brats.
Holy flippin’ frog flatulence. So much for the good old days…
Unbaked Croakies (Enchanting Inquiries Book 1) $2.99 This title will be released on May 26, 2020!
SERIES PREQUEL - THIS STORY OCCURS BEFORE THE EVENTS DEPICTED IN THE REST OF THE SERIES AND IS GEARED TOWARD ROUNDING OUT THE CHARACTERS AND ADVENTURES OF THE ASSOCIATED BOOKS. IT DOES NOT NEED TO BE READ FIRST TO MAXIMIZE THE SERIES. ENJOY
How in the name of the goddess’s favorite sports bra am I going to do this Magical Librarian job?I have no idea what I’m doing. And the woman who’s supposed to be training me is…well, let’s just say she’s distracted and leave it at that. I guess I’ll bumble through. It’s become something of a trademark move for me. Holy Bat boogers! I could really use a cat and a frog. Too bad I don’t have either!
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This is no boring librarian shushing people from behind a desk. This librarian corrals rogue magic. But more importantly, she has a frog and a cat, and she’s not afraid to use them!
I knew when I woke up with a migraine that things were going to get interesting. As a magical artifact wrangler, it’s not an unusual way to start my day. But I had no idea how bad it was going to get.
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She has a frog and a cat, and neither one is what it seems!
Sure, I understand, we all have bills to pay. Personally, I could use a bit of extra cash too. But I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t kill for it. At least…not without dark magic influence. And that’s exactly the problem.
Sticks and stones can break my bones, but wrinkles can actually kill me!
Just when I think I understand life, the Universe flings a magic booger at me.
Magical chaos, old enemies, new adversaries, and danger around every corner…I HATE this time of year!
Okay, I’ll admit it, this is my least favorite time of year. Yeah, I understand the magic of the season…I get that…but most people don’t have jobs that involve wrangling magic. During the last three months of the year magical influences run rampant. And that means a lot more work for me.
’Tis the season for great folly…walawalawalawalala…ribbit.It’s Christmas time at Croakies. The tree is up. The stockings are hung. And Christmas tunes are turning the atmosphere jolly. After a tumultuous Samhain, I’ve found my chi again and I’m starting to enjoy the season of love and giving.
Yeah. You probably know how this is going to end.
When Sebille suggests I open the bookstore up to a small holiday party, I foolishly agree. How was I supposed to know that the hobgoblin would decide it would be fun to hide everybody’s stuff? Or that we’d be hit with a freak winter storm that confined everybody inside for the duration. Or that a “You’re me but who am I?” spell would be released inside the shop, switching everybody’s identities and creating general chaos and hysteria?
I could probably deal with all that if it weren’t for the fact that my friend, Lea…the one person who could possibly reverse the spell…was ensconced in SB the parrot, with no opposable thumbs for spelling.
And me? Of course, I’m sitting fat and squishy inside Mr. Slimy. Thank goodness Rustin isn’t currently in residence, or it would be really crowded in here.
Who spelled my party? What do a pair of Santa’s elves have to do with it? And why have old enemies suddenly become new friends? I apparently have a little holiday mystery to solve inside Croakies, and I have no idea how I’m going to solve it with everybody mixed up and some of us human.
Have I told you I hate this season?
Farmer Blue has lost his cows and doesn’t know where to find them. But Farmer blue has found guess who, to wrangle the magic that binds them.
I’m really not much of a country mouse. Up until recently, my idea of the great outdoors has been Enchanted Park in the center of the city. But my job is to wrangle magical artifacts. So, when a local farmer calls to tell me his dairy cows are disappearing and he thinks it’s the work of a rogue artifact…sigh…it appears I’m about to get a crash course in becoming a farm girl.
Ancient Chinese proverb says, give cat mouse and give frog fly, they'll soothe your monsters so you won't die.
Okay, maybe I just made that up. But I'll try anything at this point.
Something's hiding at Croakies. Something really big. Whatever it is, it’s good at hiding because not even Mr. Wicked and Hobs can find it. I’m pretty sure it’s tied to the ancient Chinese gong I just took into the artifact library. But I have no way to prove it, and I don’t have a clue what the thing is doing. All I know is that, for now at least, it doesn’t seem to want to be found. And that makes me wonder why.
Which doesn’t help with the list of questions keeping me up at night.
Are we in danger?
Why is it here?
Why is there ice all over the floor?
How did all that long, silver hair get into my shower drain?
The frog and the cat? Yeah, they’re really pretty useless on this one. But at least they’re living the good life thanks to my tireless efforts to feed, house and clean up after them and their naughty friend Hobs.
This magic wrangling gig is for the birds. And the frogs. And the cats. And the hobgoblins. And, apparently, for the Monster hiding at Croakies.