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

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' 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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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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