{"product_id":"dead-and-buried","title":"Dead and Buried","description":"\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;\"\u003eWhitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies #2\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;\"\u003eHello there, Ms. Popularity\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eThe older woman waved with happy enthusiasm from the other side of the restaurant patio’s railing, beaming a smile in my direction as she walked past. I waved back, though I knew my smile had to look strained. Thing was, I had no clue—none in the living world, or the dead one for that matter—who she was. Was there some history I’d failed to recall? I’d only been living on Whitewitch Island for two weeks now. The chances I’d encountered her in my previous life as a Guild Artemis inquisitor fell to the wayside since she didn’t magical in any way.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: normal;\"\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eThing was, it had been a rather common occurrence since I’d assisted local sheriff Harriet Quinn in solving the cluster of murders—and an older mystery, too. Random residents shared their over-eager greetings, happy to welcome me with smiles and waves and thumbs up while I did my best not to be a weirdo about my returned responses.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\" style=\"margin-bottom: 0in; line-height: normal;\"\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003e \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman';\"\u003eWhatever was going on, the attention was starting to make me uncomfortable.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"MsoNormal\"\u003e\u003cspan lang=\"EN-US\" style=\"font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif;\"\u003eRetired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake has had two weeks to settle into her new home, including fourteen delicious days watching adorably attractive handyman, Sam Spencer, work shirtless on a regular basis. While his reluctance to express his affections continue to trouble her, Georgia’s romantic entanglements fall to the wayside when a team of treasure hunters arrives and takes over the sea caves with claims a pirate ship might be hidden there. When one of their number turns up dead, Georgia is again on the hunt for a killer. But is the death tied to the treasure or is there something more nefariously mundane behind it all? Find out in book two of the \u003cb\u003eWhitewitch Island Paranormal Cozies!\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":51144543568097,"sku":"0041","price":3.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0861\/4903\/8305\/files\/DeadandBuried.png?v=1792854111","url":"https:\/\/pattilarsen.myshopify.com\/products\/dead-and-buried","provider":"Patti Larsen Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}