Double Long Murder- Exclusive Excerpt     Chapter 14 Harry Houdini The witch had ruined my life. Again. I gave the large pot blocking my entrance to my kingdom one more shove, my fur rubbing against the textured clay. Nothing. My teeth chattered as the delicious scent of ripe berries and plump carrots rose in the air. How dare she prevent me from entering her House of Green in such a rude manner? It was unbecoming of her. This wasn’t the first time she had come up with ways to stop me from eating what was rightfully mine, and it was beginning to frustrate me to no small extent. Maybe it was time to move on. Go somewhere where I was appreciated. I squeezed around the side of the small house in the witch’s backyard, my butt knocking over another planter. I glanced back, whiskers wiggling. Good. Slowly, I made my way out of the garden and out of the witch’s life. Another scent caught my attention and my paws buried deep into the earth stopped me. Nose in the air, I sniffed for the abysmal intrusion. The smell was familiar enough, but I couldn’t quite put a paw on…

Six Brews Under– Exclusive Excerpt   After a few glasses of champagne—for me, not for Joe, because vampire—we took a short stroll on the beach before freshening up for dinner. Upon Stella’s annoying insistence, I wore a body-hugging silk dress in an emerald green and pinned my hair halfway up with a few vintage diamond barrettes I stole from Gran’s jewelry box. Slipping into leather sandals, I carefully made my way down the extremely steep stairs that led from the upstairs bedroom to the main living area. My fingers white-knuckled the railing the whole way down. What monster designed these? “That is quite the dress,” Joe said from the bottom of the torture staircase. My cheeks burned with the temperature of the Earth’s core. “Thanks. Stella picked it out.” I instantly regretted mentioning the ghost because she appeared out of nowhere with a satisfied look on her cocky face. Stella’s abrupt manifestation made me miss the last step. I yelped, sliding down awkwardly and smashing headfirst into Joe’s chest. Grumbling, I straightened out and brushed back my loose curls. “Oops,” I mumbled. Lucky for me, Joe was used to my clumsy ways and only grinned before offering his arm for…