Pick up: Jingle Bells and Shotgun Shells Today! (Pain in the Assassin Cozy Mysteries 4)

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It’s Christmas time in Honey Hollow and Santa might have a list, but I’ve got one of my own—a kill list.

Okay, fine. Santa’s got a list, but I’ve got a body—and if I don’t solve this case before Christmas morning, I might just end up on the naughty side of a jail cell. As for that naughty list of mine, well I’ll take care of that. I always (almost) do. 

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***A MURDER IN THE MIX Crossover!*** Includes RECIPE!

It’s Christmas time in Honey Hollow, and let me tell you—there’s no shortage of holiday cheer. The streets are decked out, the air smells like cinnamon and cookies, and I’m up to my eyeballs in tinsel and trouble. The bakery is running at full speed, cranking out sugar cookies and peppermint brownies faster than Santa’s elves can wrap a present. Sounds perfect, right? Too bad it’s not all candy canes and calories this year. 

There’s one little problem. A body. And guess who found it? Yup, yours truly. 

The victim? A man dressed in a Santa suit, slumped in his sleigh outside the Honey Hollow Christmas Parade. And it’s not just any Santa—I’m talking the guy who was supposed to light the tree, shake hands, and make everyone believe in the magic of the season. But someone put an end to his holiday cheer. And now, instead of caroling and cocoa, I’m trying to figure out who shoved a candy cane where it doesn’t belong. 

My detective boyfriend is already on my case—for both the murder and wondering why I always seem to be in the middle of these things. Honestly, I’m asking myself the same question. But what can I say? Trouble follows me like an ugly sweater at a holiday party.

Have I mentioned the ambush engagement? We’ll save that for later. Much later. 

Between helping out at the bakery, dodging Aunt Cat and Carlotta's latest troublemaking schemes, and trying to figure out how to avoid falling victim to Nona Jo's so-called curse, I’ve got my work cut out for me. 

And with the clock ticking, if I don’t figure out who wanted Santa out of the picture before Christmas Eve, I might end up spending my holidays behind bars. 

It’s a race against time—before the real Santa slides down the chimney and someone else ends up on the wrong side of a sleigh. 

Merry Christmas to me, huh?