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The Magical Papillon Series of cozy mysteries

 

Welcome to the magical papillon series of cozy mysteries. 

Here you will find a series of fun cozy mysteries, all featuring ghosts, mysteries and an enchanted papillon dog by the name of Pixie!

 

 

 

 

The Magical Papillon Series
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Whispers in the Attic
Pixie Book One

Beneath the ancient eaves of a Victorian house, a single mother, her children, and their enchanting magical Papillon dog must learn to embrace the supernatural, as dark secrets, an enigmatic historian, and a ruthless adversary force them into a perilous quest to protect a mystical crystal. 
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Sapphires and Secrets Pixie Book Two

Sapphires and Secrets' is a spellbinding tale where a family's journey into the supernatural unfolds, unlocking a legacy of forgotten enchantments and propelling them toward a destiny intertwined with the magic of a stolen gem.
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A Pinch of Peril, Pixie Book Three

 Pixie's back with a Christmas case! 🎅
Snow is falling in Rosewood Hollow, but all is not merry and bright... When a murder at the bookstore threatens to ruin Christmas, and Lily is under suspicion, Sarah and Pixie must uncover the truth before it's too late! 
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Christmas in July, Pixie, Book 4

 



 

 

 

 

 
☀️🎄 Sarah Anderson’s back, juggling magic, motherhood, and a murder mystery in Rosewood Hollow’s Christmas in July bash! With her magical pup Pixie and daughter Emma, she unravels a bank heist and scandalous secrets. Cozy, funny, and heartwarming—dive into the magic!

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The Siren's Lament, Pixie, Book 5








A haunting melody is drifting across Crystal Lake - and only Sarah and Emma can hear it. Rosewood Hollow's magical undercurrent is stirring again. What they don't know yet is why. Or how deep they'll have to dig to find out.  Emma's own paranormal abilities are beginning to surface — and whatever is rising from Crystal Lake appears to have noticed.
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