Hallow Haven Cozy Mysteries Bundle Books 1-3

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Hallow Haven Witch Cozy Mystery Bundle 1


Mara Webb


Contents
All Wands on Deck
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Ghost Writer
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Witch in the Water
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
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All Wands on Deck


Book One


1
First impression; bad. I had stepped off the plane no less than ten minutes ago and was already scanning the departures board for a flight back home. Although I suppose home wasn’t in Virginia anymore, it was here. Somewhere, someone had the audacity to be playing a joyful tune on a ukulele and I was in no mood.
This airport was easily the most dilapidated place I had ever had the misfortune of being in. I had walked across the tarmac into the arrivals area and there had been a huge pile of rubble blocking the way through the corridor. I had hoisted my suitcase above my head as if I was wading through water in order to lunge over the dirt mountain and get back to flat ground.
I had been on the island of Hallow Haven only once before to attend a funeral and had made a secret wish to never return. I was now coming to terms with the fact that, clearly, wishes do not come true. Back on the mainland, you might expect to walk through a seemingly endless stretch of stores selling perfumes and flip flops, but I was ducking under scaffolding and weaving around wet floor signs.
I checked my cell phone and let out a long sigh, no signal. Fortunately, I had taken a screenshot of the directions I would need. Even though I had been warned that it would be unlikely to find a taxi when I landed, I was still surprised by the lack of any cars outside. The fact that the plane had only brought two other passengers with me should have been the biggest clue that this place would be weird.
I watched the two other passengers wander out of the airport and considered following them. Perhaps they knew about a special place to look for a cab. The larger of the two stepped in front of the short one and bent down a little, the short one jumped and then they walked off in piggy-back formation towards a long stretch of road. I made the sensible decision to turn back to the bus stop.
I was told it would be one long bus ride if I got the timing right, or three buses if I messed up. I heard the gentle rumble of a large engine approaching and began to run to the spot where I needed to signal that I wanted to board the vehicle. The bus stop was less complete than the airport, if that was possible, and the bus timetable was a scrawl written on a plank of wood which read, ‘turn around and keep an eye out.’
As the rusty bus slowed to a halt, the doors struggle open and a cute guy smiled from behind the wheel. “Sadie Alden?” he asked. I nodded, dumbstruck that he knew my name already. “Step right up, your fare has been covered already so take a seat and we’ll get going.”
I lifted my suitcase up the steps and walked down the central aisle of the bus. There was not a single other soul riding today, so the driver and I were alone.
“Sit closer to the front, I like the company,” he said. I turned and realized he had been watching me scuttling to the back in his rear-view mirror. I turned around and made my way to the seat nearest to the door so that I could see his face. Such a handsome face too, bearded and sporting honey-kissed brown curls down to his shoulders. He looked like the picture postcard for island living.
As we pulled away from the airport, he turned up the volume on the radio and it seemed to play an endless stream of steel-drum covers of popular songs from home. My old home. It would take a while to get used to that.
“Rough flight?” he asked.
“I haven’t found the words to describe the experience yet,” I smiled. “We hit some turbulence then the pilot started singing over the speakers to keep everyone calm. Like I said, I don’t have the words.”
“Tom is a performer right down to his bones,” the driver laughed. “If there is an open-mic night anywhere on the island you can guarantee that he will be onstage before the event is over. It’s like he can sense them.”
“Have you lived here long?” I asked.
“Since day zero, I was born here,” he smiled. “Wes is the name, this bus is Wes’s Wheels, technically, but it can be a bit of a mouthful for some, so call it whatever you like. You must be excited to get here, but it’s quite a leap from your old life, right?”
“I lived in a town with people that rarely spoke to me and I didn’t have any family in the area. Once I became single again, I decided to do something drastic and scoured the internet for new opportunities. The job listing seemed too good to be true,” I explained. I was astonished by my own candor. Just because Wes knew my name already didn’t mean I needed to share personal