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That should be our new park slogan.

Though something tells me Josie wouldn’t approve. Which is exactly why I’m running it by Georgie first. She has excellent judgment. She’s wearing cat ears and texting a werewolf.

THE END

Until Christmas, when the film crew arrives and the whole park fills up with fake snow, real cookies, and what I’m told will probably be another murder.

Honestly, they had me at cookies.

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It’s Christmas at Huckleberry Hollow Wonderland and the Cozy Heart Channel film crew has taken over the theme park!

Come for the Christmas magic, stay for the murder!

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Book Description:

Hi, I’m Josie Janglewood, and I own a theme park where Christmas movies get made and people die with alarming frequency—which really puts a damper on the holiday spirit.

When the Cozy Heart Channel decided to film Mistletoe at North Pole Manor at Huckleberry Hollow Wonderland, I expected fake snow, romantic leading men, and maybe some mild drama over whose trailer was closest to craft services. What I got was a body in my fountain, a cast full of blackmail victims with motive, and my cats Fish and Chip dressed in Christmas outfits while solving a murder between takes.

Did I mention I can read the minds of animals? Yeah, that’s still a thing. Fish thinks the entire film industry is corrupt, Chip just wants to know if the catering includes turkey, and a poodle named Cupcake keeps narrating everyone’s love life with unhinged Southern wisdom.

Between interrogating actors who definitely know how to fake emotions (and alibis), my ex-husband Clyde showing up with terrible eggnog and relationship advice, and enough Christmas lights to be seen from the North Pole, I’ve got to figure out which blackmail victim finally snapped. All while being dressed as a gingerbread girl, nearly drowning in a fountain on Christmas Eve, and trying not to fall hard for the hot detective whose mother is convinced I’m manufacturing murders to impress her son.

She might have a point about the body count.

Welcome to my life in Huckleberry Hollow, where the only thing more dangerous than the sleigh ride is realizing the killer has been right in front of me the whole time.

At least the hot cocoa cookies are to die for.

Though preferably not literally.

Fish: Another murder at our park. We’re developing a concerning pattern.

Chip: But did you see the craft services? Maple-glazed ham sliders, cranberry brie phyllo cups, beef tenderloin crostini! Best catering EVER!

Fish: Your priorities are questionable. We solved a murder while you focused on appetizers.

Chip: I can multitask! I identified crucial clues and sampled every single item on the dessert table! Now that takes a talent!

Fish: You literally fell asleep on a velvet throne during the parade.

Chip: That was strategic rest. Very important for crime-solving stamina.

Fish: We should start charging Hollywood productions a murder investigation fee.

Chip: With better snacks! Did you try those peppermint cheesecake bars? Ho ho homicide never tasted so good!