{"title":"Blackmoore For Meta","description":null,"products":[{"product_id":"mystic-notch-books-1-8-bundle-paperback","title":"Mystic Notch Books 1-8 Bundle (Paperback)","description":"\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cspan style=\"color: #b009b0;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eGet 20% OFF!!\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003eon the Mystic Notch Series Paperback books 1-8 with this bundle.   \u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eRegular Price = \u003cspan style=\"color: #ff2a00;\"\u003e$139.98\u003c\/span\u003e   Discount Price = \u003cspan style=\"color: #1da943;\"\u003e$111.99\u003c\/span\u003e  \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003eThis includes books 1-8 of the award winning Mystic Notch series!\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThese enchanting cat cozy mysteries have been called a cross between \"The Cat Who\" and \"Bewitched\". Humor, light magic, snarky cats, twisty mysteries and a smidge of romance. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cem\u003e“I can't remember the last time I was so eager to pick up a story and read it.” - Amazon Review\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2 class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWHAT IS THIS SERIES ABOUT?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e Set in the enchanted town of Mystic Notch in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, Willa Chance has just inherited her grandmother's bookstore along with her grandmother's cat, Pandora. But Willa has a secret... she can see ghosts.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eAs it turns out, Willa isn't the only one with a secret. Pandora is a member of an ancient society of cats that are sworn to protect Mystic Notch from evil forces. When Willa becomes embroiled in solving a murder in town, Pandora and her gang are drawn in. They know that the murder has magical origins that could have devastating consequences for the town.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThis is all complicated by the fact Willa's sister, Gus, is the Sheriff and takes a dim view of Willa meddling in her cases. But what else can Willa do when Gram's four octogenarian friends that meet for coffee at the bookstore every morning give her clues that Gus is unwilling to follow up on? \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eNaturally this gets her into trouble with the law, including the handsome sheriff, Stryker, from the neighboring town. But Willa has no idea that Striker has a secret of his own. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThat's ok because she has her best friend, Pepper, to help. Pepper swears her teas are magical. Too bad they often have unintended consequences.  Everything would seem a bit crazy if it wasn't for Gram's best friend Elspeth who is a kindly old lady... or is she?  \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003ePerhaps Elspeth holds the key to the biggest secret of all in Mystic Notch....\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2 style=\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSTILL NOT SURE?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003ch2\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eHERE'S AN EXCERPT FROM BOOK 1, GHOSTLY PAWS:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIn over thirty years as head librarian for the Mystic Notch Library, Lavinia Babbage had never once opened the doors before eight a.m.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI knew this because my bookstore sat across the street and three doors down from the library. Every day, I passed its darkened windows on my way to work. I watched Lavinia turn on the lights and open the doors every single morning at precisely eight a.m. from inside my shop.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMost days I didn’t pay much attention to the library, though. It was really the last thing on my mind as I walked past, my mind set on sorting through a large box of books I’d purchased at an estate sale earlier in the week. The edges of my lips curled in a smile as I thought about the gold placard I’d had installed on the oak door of the old bookshop just the day before. \u003ci\u003eWilhelmina Chance, Proprietor\u003c\/i\u003e. That made things official—the shop was mine and I was back in my hometown, Mystic Notch, to stay.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI hurried down the street, deep in my own thoughts. The early morning mist, which wrapped itself around our sleepy town in the White Mountains of New Hampshire, had caused the pain to flare in my leg, and I forced myself not to limp. I continued along, my head down and engrossed in my thoughts when I nearly tripped over something gray and furry. My cat, Pandora, had stopped short in front of me causing me to do a painful sidestep to avoid squashing her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Hey, what the heck?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003ePandora blinked her golden-green eyes at me and jerked her head toward the library … or at least it seemed like she did. Cats didn’t actually jerk their heads toward things, though, did they?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eOf course they didn’t.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI looked in the direction of the library anyway. That’s when I noticed the beam of light spilling onto the granite steps from the half-open library door.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eWhich was odd, since it was only ten past seven.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eMy stomach started to feel queasy. Lavinia never opened up this early. Should I venture in to check it out? Maybe Lavinia had come in early to catch up on restocking the bookshelves before the library opened. But she never left the door open like that. She was as strict as a nun about keeping that door closed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI stood on the sidewalk, staring at the medieval-looking stone library building, my pre-caffeine fog making it difficult for me to decide what to do.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003ePandora had no such trouble deciding. She raced up the steps past me. With a flick of her gray tail, she darted toward the massive oak door, shooting a reproachful look at me over her shoulder before disappearing into the building.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI took a deep breath and followed her inside.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Lavinia? You in here?” My words echoed inside the library as I pushed the heavy oak door open, its hinges groaning eerily. The library was as still as a morgue with only the sound of the grandfather clock marking time in the corner breaking the silence.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Lavinia? You okay?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eNo one answered.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI crept past the old oak desk, stacked with books ready to return to the library shelves. The bronze bust of Franklin Pierce, fourteenth president of the United States, glared at me from the end of the hall. I didn’t have a good feeling about this.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Meow.” The sound came from the back corner where the stone steps lead to the lower level. Dammit! I’d warned Lavinia about those steps. They were steep and she wasn’t that steady on her feet anymore.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI headed toward the back, my heart sinking as I noticed Lavinia’s cane lying at the top of the stairs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e“Lavinia?” Rounding the corner, my stomach dropped when I saw a crumpled heap at the bottom of the stairs … Lavinia.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI raced down the steps two at a time, my heart pounding as I took in the scene. Blood on the steps. Lavinia lying there, blood in her gray hair. She’d fallen and taken it hard on the way down. But she could still be alive.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eI bent down beside her, taking her wrist between my fingers and checking for a pulse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLavinia’s head was tilted at a strange angle. Her glassy eyes stared toward the room where she kept new book arrivals before cataloguing them. I dropped her wrist, ending my search for a pulse.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eLavinia Babbage had stamped her last library book.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"leighanndobbsbooks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":44932075847894,"sku":"9603190000020","price":111.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0660\/3846\/4726\/files\/BookBrushImage-2024-7-2-16-352.png?v=1719950677"},{"product_id":"silver-hollow-bundle-books-1-5-paperback","title":"Silver Hollow Bundle Books 1-5 (PAPERBACK)","description":"\u003cp\u003eGet lost in the magical world of Silver Hollow. Snarky cats. Wicked witches. 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The setting was perfect. The characters were developed nicely, the storyline was riveting, and just a tingle of romance. I can't wait to read the next one.\"\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2 data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eWHAT IS THIS SERIES ABOUT?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eSet in the seaside town of Noquitt, Maine (a fictional town based on Ogunguit Maine) the four Blackmoore sisters have shared their ancestral home - a mansion high on an ocean cliff -  ever since their parents untimely deaths. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eThey've led a relatively normal existence... until now.  When Morgan is accused of murder and certain events are set in motion, the sisters start to discover that they are anything but normal. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eMorgan's herbal remedies work exceptionally good and her intuition is highly honed.  Fiona's gemstone jewelry has extraordinary healing powers and she has a way with stones that is supernatural. Celeste can talk to ghosts, something she has known for a while but has hidden from everyone. Jolene is most powerful of all having a combination of all their powers. \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003eBut do their powers have anything to do with the mysterious death of their parents? \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cmeta charset=\"utf-8\"\u003eThrow in an attic full of mysterious treasures, A ledger from their ancestor with an intriguing clue and a cat that has the uncanny ability to show up at exactly the right time and the sisters are in for the adventure of a lifetime, especially when  a mysterious government agency wants them to recover a series of hidden ancient relics.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003ch2 data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSTILL NOT SURE?\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003ch2 data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003e\u003cstrong data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eHERE'S AN EXCERPT FROM BOOK 1, DEAD WRONG:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/h2\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona Blackmoore stared at the amethyst crystal in front of her wondering how to work it into a pendant. On most days, she could easily figure out exactly how to cut and position the stone, but right now her brain was in a pre-caffeine fog.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003ci data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eWhere was Morgan with her latte? \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eShe sighed, looking at her watch. It was ten past eight, Morgan should be here by now, she thought impatiently.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona looked around the small shop, \u003ci data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eSticks and Stones\u003c\/i\u003e, she shared with her sister. An old cottage that had been in the family for generations, it sat at one of the highest points in their town of Noquitt, Maine.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eTurning in her chair, she looked out the back window. In between the tree trunks that made up a small patch of woods, she had a bird’s eye view of the sparkling, sapphire blue Atlantic Ocean in the distance.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eThe cottage sat about 500 feet inland at the top of a high cliff that plunged into the Atlantic. If the woods were cleared, like the developers wanted, the view would be even better. But Fiona would have none of that, no matter how much the developers offered them, or how much they needed the money. She and her sisters would never sell the cottage.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eShe turned away from the window and surveyed the inside of the shop. One side was set up as an apothecary of sorts. Antique slotted shelves loaded with various herbs lined the walls. Dried weeds hung from the rafters and several mortar and pestles stood on the counter, ready for whatever herbal concoctions her sister was hired to make.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eOn her side sat a variety of gemologist tools and a large assortment of \u003cspan data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"Apple-converted-space\"\u003e  \u003c\/span\u003ecrystals. Three antique oak and glass jewelry cases displayed her creations. Fiona smiled as she looked at them. Since childhood she had been fascinated with rocks and gems so it was no surprise to anyone when she grew up to become a gemologist and jewelry designer, creating jewelry not only for its beauty, but also for its healing properties.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eThe two sisters’ vocations suited each other perfectly and they often worked together providing customers with crystal and herbal healing for whatever ailed them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eThe jangling of the bell over the door brought her attention to the front of the shop. She breathed a sigh of relief when Morgan burst through the door, her cheeks flushed, holding two steaming paper cups.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“What’s the matter?” Fiona held her hand out, accepting the drink gratefully. Peeling back the plastic tab, she inhaled the sweet vanilla scent of the latte.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“I just had a run in with Prudence Littlefield!” Morgan’s eyes flashed with anger.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“Oh? I saw her walking down Shore road this morning wearing that god-awful orange sunflower scarf. What was the run-in about this time?” Fiona took the first sip of her latte, closing her eyes and waiting for the caffeine to power her blood stream. She’d had her own run-ins with Pru Littlefield and had learned to take them in stride.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“She was upset about an herbal mix I made for Ed. She called me a witch!\"\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“What did you make for him?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“Just some Ginkgo, Ginseng and Horny Goat Weed … although the latter he said was for Prudence.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona’s eyes grew wide. “Aren’t those herbs for impotence?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eMorgan shrugged “Well, that’s what he wanted.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“No wonder Prudence was mad…although you’d think just being married to her would have caused the impotence.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eMorgan burst out laughing. “No kidding. I had to question his sanity when he asked me for it. I thought maybe he had a girlfriend on the side.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona shook her head trying to clear the unwanted images of Ed and Prudence Littlefield together.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“Well, I wouldn’t let it ruin my day. You know how \u003ci data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eshe\u003c\/i\u003e is.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eMorgan put her tea on the counter, then turned to her apothecary shelf and picked several herbs out of the slots. “I know, but she always seems to know how to push my buttons. Especially when she calls me a witch.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona grimaced. “Right, well I wish we \u003ci data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003ewere\u003c\/i\u003e witches. Then we could just conjure up some money and not be scrambling to pay the taxes on this shop and the house.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eMorgan sat in a tall chair behind the counter and proceeded to measure dried herbs into a mortar.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“I know. I saw Eli Stark in town yesterday and he was pestering me about selling the shop again.”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“What did you tell him?”\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“I told him we’d sell over our dead bodies.” Morgan picked up a pestle and started grinding away at the herbs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona smiled. Eli Stark had been after them for almost a year to sell the small piece of land their shop sat on. He had visions of buying it, along with some adjacent lots in order to develop the area into high end condos.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eEven though their parents early deaths had left Fiona, Morgan and their two other sisters property rich but cash poor the four of them agreed they would never sell. Both the small shop and the stately ocean home they lived in had been in the family for generations and they didn’t want \u003ci data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003etheir \u003c\/i\u003egeneration to be the one that lost them.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eThe only problem was, although they owned the properties outright, the taxes were astronomical and, on their meager earnings, they were all just scraping by to make ends meet.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003ci data-mce-fragment=\"1\"\u003eAll the more reason to get this necklace finished so I can get paid\u003c\/i\u003e. Thankfully, the caffeine had finally cleared the cobwebs in her head and Fiona was ready to get to work. Staring down at the amethyst, a vision of the perfect shape to cut the stone appeared in her mind. She grabbed her tools and started shaping the stone.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona and Morgan were both lost in their work. They worked silently, the only sounds in the little shop being the scrape of mortar on pestle and the hum of Fiona’s gem grinding tool mixed with a few melodic tweets and chirps that floated in from the open window.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona didn’t know how long they were working like that when the bell over the shop door chimed again. She figured it must have been an hour or two judging by the fact that the few sips left in the bottom of her latte cup had grown cold.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eShe smiled, looking up from her work to greet their potential customer, but the smile froze on her face when she saw who it was.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eSheriff Overton stood in the door flanked by two police officers. A toothpick jutted out of the side of Overton’s mouth and judging by the looks on all three of their faces, they weren’t there to buy herbs or crystals.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eFiona could almost hear her heart beating in the silence as the men stood there, adjusting their eyes to the light and getting their bearings.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“Can we help you?” Morgan asked, stopping her work to wipe her hands on a towel.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eOverton’s head swiveled in her direction like a hawk spying a rabbit in a field.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“That’s her.” He nodded to the two uniformed men who approached Morgan hesitantly. Fiona recognized one of the men as Brody Hunter, whose older brother Morgan had dated all through high school. She saw Brody look questioningly at the Sheriff.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eThe other man stood a head taller than Brody. Fiona noticed his dark hair and broad shoulders but her assessment of him stopped there when she saw him pulling out a pair of handcuffs.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eHer heart lurched at the look of panic on her sister’s face as the men advanced toward her.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003e“Just what is this all about?” She demanded, standing up and taking a step toward the Sheriff.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp data-mce-fragment=\"1\" class=\"p1\"\u003eThere was no love lost between the Sheriff and Fiona. They’d had a few run-ins and she thought he was an egotistical bore and probably crooked too. He ignored her question focusing his attention on Morgan. 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