CRYPTIC CLUES (EBOOK)
CRYPTIC CLUES (EBOOK)
EBOOK. BOOK 3 OF THE WHISPERS OF WITCHCRAFT COZY MYSTERIES, A GRANDMOTHER-DAUGHTER COZY MYSTERY SERIES.
A road trip to a formerly haunted mansion could lead to a new mystery...and a chilling surprise.
When Carly embarks on a mysterious road trip with her grandmother, she gets to experience the location from her grandmother's first story and to unravel the secrets of a centuries-old English manor and the ghostly whispers of the Blackthorn Bride in a new haunting tale.
As Carly delves deeper into the tales of psychic witch, Emma, and the enigmatic disappearances tied to Blackthorn Manor, she finds herself caught in a web of ancient mysteries and family secrets. With each clue they uncover, the boundary between the past and present blurs, leading Carly on a journey to discover the truth behind the haunted estate and her own family's connection to it.
Join Carly and Emma in "Cryptic Clues," where family legacies, hidden truths, and ghostly encounters intertwine in a cozy mystery that promises to keep you guessing until the last page.
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A haunting melody filled the air, transporting me to a centuries-old English manor in an instant. My heart raced with the promise of secrets waiting to be discovered as I stared up at the worn stones, shrouded by vines and mist.
The cool, damp air penetrated the caplet I wore that I’d bought specially for the occasion. I wondered what I’d find inside the dusty halls of the old manor. What hidden truths lurked behind those black windows?
“Carly!” a voice called in the distance.
It shattered my experience. The haunting facade of the manor house melted away faster than ice cream on a hot summer day.
“Carly!” My grandmother called from downstairs, probably wondering why I wasn’t ready yet.
“Coming!” I called before I shoved both hoodies I’d been trying to decide between into my duffel bag and zipped it shut.
I scurried around my bed and closed the music box on my nightstand, letting my fingers linger on it for a moment. I’d soon know its story, too, but not quite yet.
First, I had to hear the tale about an English manor, hence my daydream.
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