Fish and Chip: Nine Lives, One Merry Mess
About Fish and Chip: Nine Lives, One Merry Mess
It’s Christmas at Huckleberry Hollow Wonderland and the Cozy Hearts Channel film crew has taken over the theme park! Come for the Christmas magic, stay for the murder! Meet Fish and Chip, crime-fighting, talking cats! From the rescue—to the rescue! Love talking pets and theme parks? Then welcome to Huckleberry Hollow. The purrfect crime needs the purrfect detectives. Two cats, nine lives, one deadly Christmas production. A laugh-out-loud standalone cozy mystery by New York Times, USA TODAY, & Wall Street Journal bestseller Addison Moore. Cosmopolitan Magazine calls Addison’s books, “...easy, frothy fun!” Humor with a side of homicide. All books in the series can be read individually, so dive on in!
Includes RECIPE! A Note from the author, Addison Moore: Meet my sweet cats! (Yes, the real Fish and Chip are on the COVER!) We can’t wait for you to join us on our mew adventure! I adopted Fish and Chip from the local shelter when they were just furry little kittens. From the rescue—to the rescue! 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!