Spells and Secrets
Woods Crossing Magical Mysteries Book 1Sarah Rae Drake
Hydra Productions Online LLC
Copyright © 2023 by Raven Heidrich
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Contents
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-One
22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter One
“Good grief, this place is huge!”
I set down the box I’d been carrying and surveyed the large first floor of Grandma Celeste’s old brick townhouse. The rooms were decorated with chintzy old furniture, a mishmash of different decades. It was sweet, in an old-lady sort of way, but I wanted to decorate it with some more updated furniture, and possibly do different paint.
The curtains definitely had to go. They were the old white lace variety and had yellowed significantly with age. Making a mental note to put curtains on my shopping list, I hauled the box upstairs and set it down in one of the rooms; the blue-painted one at the end of the hall.
I couldn’t have been more excited to inherit a paid-off house and a business to boot, but my dad had freaked out when the executor for Grandma’s estate called.
We hadn’t even heard about a funeral service or anything, but that was no surprise since Dad hadn’t been in contact with Grandma for years.
“No, she absolutely will not sign the papers!” he’d hollered into the phone. “She’s too young to inherit anything!”
