It’s Halloween in Brambleberry Bay and trick-or-treaters aren’t the only ones running amuck around town—so is a killer.
My name is Hattie Holiday, and I can read minds. Sure people have all kinds of rouge thoughts running around up there, but I’m far more interested in using my special abilities to talk to my cat Cricket and our new friend Rookie, an adorable Golden Retriever that happens to belong to a certain ornery detective.
My new job at the Country Club has landed me an entire slew of new friends who insisted I join an exclusive book club. But there’s something about the members that doesn’t sit quite right with me. A deadly secret is percolating from within and just my luck—I glean a little too much murderous knowledge to keep myself off the hit list.
Let’s just say the book club is out and the murder club is in. What I didn’t see coming were the secrets, and the deception, and the killer twist of a lifetime.
Living in Brambleberry Bay can be a real killer.
It’s so cozy its criminal.