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Authors: Rose Pressey
Spells A La Carte (Mystic Cafe Series Book 3)
by Rose Pressey
Elly Blair has finally honed her magic skills. In fact, her spells have improved so much that the National Organization of Magic plan to honor her with an award for most improved magic.
When the Organization member sent to present Elly with the award disappears, mysterious and sexy magic detective Tom Owenton quickly pops onto the scene looking for clues.
Strange magic is in the air and someone from Elly's past returns to Mystic Hollow. Will Elly's boyfriend Rory Covington be able to help search for answers. And will Elly be able to bake her way out of this magical crisis?
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Rose Pressey’s Complete Bookshelf (click title to preview/buy)
Chase Charley Series:
Book 1:
For Old Crimes Sake
Book 2: Seems Like Old Crimes
Haunted Tour Guide Mystery Series:
These Haunts are Made for Walking
A Walk on the Haunted Side
Haunted Vintage Series
Book 1 – If You’ve Got It, Haunt It
Book 2 – All Dressed Up and No Place to Haunt (July 2015)
Book 3 – Haunt Couture and Ghosts Galore (October 2015)
Maggie, P.I. Mystery Series:
Book 1 –
Crime Wave
Book 2 –
Murder is a Beach
The Halloween LaVeau Series:
Book 1 –
Forever Charmed
Book 2 –
Charmed Again
Book 3 –
Third Time’s a Charm
The Hadley Wilds Series:
Book 1: Dead Girl’s Guide to Style
The Rylie Cruz Series:
Book 1 –
How to Date a Werewolf
Book 2 –
How to Date a Vampire
Book 3 –
How to Date a Demon
The Larue Donovan Series:
Book 1 –
Me and My Ghoulfriends
Book 2 –
Ghouls Night Out
Book 3 –
The Ghoul Next Door
The Mystic Café Series:
Book 1 –
No Shoes, No Shirt, No Spells
Book 2 –
Pies and Potions
Book 3 — Spells a la Carte
The Veronica Mason Series:
Book 1 –
Rock ‘n’ Roll is Undead
A Trash to Treasure Crafting Mystery:
Book 1 –
Murder at Honeysuckle Hotel
Book 2 – Honeysuckle Homicide
The Haunted Renovation Mystery Series:
Book 1 –
Flip that Haunted House
Book 2 –
The Haunted Fixer Upper
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Dedication
This is to you and you know who you are.
Acknowledgements
To my son, who brings me joy every single day and is the love of my life. To my mother, who introduced me to the love of books. To my husband, who encourages me and always has faith in me. A huge thank you to my editor, Eleanor Boyall. And to the readers who make writing fun.
I wondered what would happen if I put too much of a magic spell onto this slice of peach pie. Usually I baked spells right into the pastries, but I always left one pie magic-free so that I could customize it with a spell for the more unique customers. Spells
à la carte,
I guess you could say.
The amazing scent of fresh peaches and buttery crust drifted through the air. It reminded me of time spent working in the café as a teenager. My Grandma Imelda had instructed me on baking, making sure I took my time and did it right. Now I knew she’d surreptitiously been adding magic to the food. Now it was my turn.
After stirring the spices together, I sprinkled them on top of the slice of pie. Energy from the magic zinged through the air like an electrical current. A bolt of red lightning zoomed across the kitchen and smacked into a pan sitting near the sink. The clang of the metal echoed through the room. Blue lightning shot the other way and smacked into the wall. My magic spells were a little on the turbulent side, but as long as they worked, that was the most important part.
I’d used a new recipe for the peach pie. On top of the golden, flaky top crust I added a delectable raspberry and blackberry sauce. The deep red sauce dripped down the side of the slice and oozed out onto the white plate. Inside the crust was full of fresh peaches. I’d never known just how therapeutic baking could be, but now it was my passion. Desserts weren’t the only foods I added spells to, but they were the easiest. Burgers were also good, along with mashed potatoes, which made an excellent base for the magic.
I added whipped topping to the slice and decorated the plate with a couple slices of peach. This was my masterpiece. My customer would never know that I was trying to help him with a little magic.
I’d overheard his conversation while I’d been cleaning the table behind him. He needed help getting rid of the stress in his life. My spell might not take it all away, but it would certainly help while he figured out his problem.
I’d taken over Mystic Café for my Grandma Imelda. She’d decided that it was time to retire to sunny Florida. Now she spent her days golfing and deep-sea fishing. “Just because I retired doesn’t mean I quit life,” she’d said.
Taking over the café had been kind of abrupt. One day I’d been in New York City, the next I was back in my hometown of Mystic Hollow, Kentucky. Grandma Imelda said it was best that I hadn’t known until the very last minute. She was probably right. I would have talked myself out of having anything to do with magic.
I’d left my life behind to come back, but it hadn’t been a tough decision. After a bad breakup with my ex-boyfriend and a job from hell, I’d been ready for the change. I’d had no idea what I was getting myself into, but now I wouldn’t change a thing. Grandma Imelda had basically thrown me into the job and let me figure it out as I went. She’d thought that was the best way to learn. Of course I’d had my doubts, but everything seemed to be working out for the best now.
I’d had no idea growing up that people in the town of Mystic Hollow had been getting magic. Nothing too drastic. Spells for happiness, good luck, and so on. They didn’t work miracles, but every little bit counted. Yes, life was good now.
The spell had just about simmered down now. Just a few sparks popped up from the pastry until they all fizzled out. That was how I knew that it was ready. Giving the spell out before it had time to finish would make it ineffective.
Now it was time to make sure my customer got the pie. I hoped that it gave him the help that he needed.
With Grandma Imelda in Florida, she wouldn’t be able to help me if I made a mistake. So it was important that I got every spell right. Luckily, I thought I was past making mistakes now. It had been touch and go there for a while. I’d even gotten the café shut down. All of that was behind me now.
I glanced over at the shelf at the far wall of the kitchen. That was where all the magic began. The gigantic spellbook was the most important part of my magical process. I knew a lot of basic spells, but there was no way I would ever learn all the spells in that book. Across the front of the book in gold-embossed letters were the words
Mystic Magic
. The book called out to me every time I stepped into the café. Each page was a thick, cream-colored paper with romantic black font that scrolled across, reminiscent of older times. Each one had its own unique symbol placed in the center at the top
.
Taking on the café had been a lot at first, but I had my best friend Mary Jane O’Donnell to help me. She worked in the café and was a supportive friend. My boyfriend Rory Covington had been understanding when I’d told him about the magic. I’d expected him to run the opposite direction.
Then there had also been the little thing with the investigator, Tom Owenton. He had been called to the café when I’d messed up the magic. That all seemed like so long ago now. It had been a while since I’d seen him. That was probably for the best. A spark had zinged between us and I figured it was best if we stayed away from each other. Things were good with Rory and I didn’t want to mess that up. Tom had his life with the Organization and I would never fit in with that lifestyle.
“Elly!” Mary Jane’s boisterous voice rang out and I whipped around. She had popped her head around the little ordering window. “Table four is waiting for his pie.”
Her penny-colored hair peeked out from under her white baseball cap. The front of the hat read
Mystic Café
in black letters. Mary Jane had been so excited when I’d given her the hat that I was sure she wouldn’t have been any more thrilled with a million dollars. Mary Jane had a thing for hats. The last time I’d seen her without a hat was in ninth grade when a boy had stolen her knit cap and tossed it in the trash can. I’d never liked that kid.
I wiped a little bit of the peach filling that had spilled onto the side of the plate off with a napkin and then set the plate onto the window sill. “It’s ready for him.”
Mary Jane looked at the pie and then back at me. “Did you add… you know?”
I smiled. “I’ll never tell.”