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A Toxic Trousseau by Juliet Blackwell - Excerpt

In this excerpt from Chapter One of A Toxic Trousseau by Juliet Blackwell, Lily Ivory's day does not start off too well!  A Toxic Trousseau, the 8th Witchcraft Mystery, will be published on July 5th by NAL Obsidian.

A Toxic Trousseau by Juliet Blackwell - Excerpt

Chapter One

Small business owners have their morning routines. Some people switch on the lights, brew a cup of coffee, and read the paper before engaging with the day. Some count out the money in the register and tidy up the merchandise. Some sweep and hose down the front walk.
       Each morning before opening my vintage clothing store, Aunt Cora’s Closet, I sprinkle salt water widdershins, smudge sage deosil, and light a white candle while chanting a spell of protection.
       Such spells can be powerful, and for a small business owner like me they serve an important purpose: to help customers maintain their composure in the face of fashion frustrations, keep evil intentions at bay, and discourage those with sticky fingers from rummaging through the feather boas, chiffon prom dresses, and silk evening gowns and then trying to shove said items into pockets or backpacks or under shirts.
       But protection spells aren’t much good against litigation.
       “Lily Ivory?” asked the petite, somber young woman who entered Aunt Cora’s Closet, a neon yellow motorcycle helmet under one arm. She had dark hair and eyes, and I imagined she would have been pretty had she smiled. But her expression was dour.
       “Yes?” I asked, looking up from a list of receipts.
       She held out a manila envelope. “You have been served.”
       “You are hereby notified of a lawsuit against you, Aunt Cora’s Closet, and one errant pig, name unknown. By the by, not that it’s any of my business, but is it even legal to own livestock in the city?”
       I cast a glare in the direction of said pig, my witch’s familiar, Oscar. At least, I tried to, but he’d disappeared. Only moments earlier Oscar had been snoozing on his hand-embroidered purple silk pillow, resting up for a busy day of trying to poke his snout under the dressing room curtains while customers tried on vintage cocktail dresses, fringed leather jackets, and Jackie O pillbox hats. Now only the slight rustling of a rack of 1980s spangled prom dresses revealed his location.
       “My pig’s being served with legal papers?”
       “Not so much your pig, as you. Your property, your worry. At least, that’s how it works with dogs, so I assume . . .” The woman trailed off with an officious shrug as she headed for the front door with long strides, already pulling on her helmet. “But that isn’t any of my business; I just deliver the bad news. Have a nice day.”
       She didn’t pause. I followed her outside, where someone was revving the engine of a large black motorcycle. The woman jumped on the back and they zoomed off.
       “Duuude,” said Conrad, the homeless young man who slept in nearby Golden Gate Park and spent the better part of his days “guarding” the curb outside of my store. In San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury neighborhood, many young homeless people lived this way, panhandling and scrounging and generally referring to themselves as “gutter punks.” Over the past year, Conrad—or as he liked to call himself, “The Con”—had become a friend and the unofficial guardian of Aunt Cora’s Closet. “You get served?”
       “Apparently so,” I said, opening the envelope to find some scary-looking legal-sized documents filled with legalese, such as “party of the first part.”
       My heart sank as I put two and two together. My friend Bronwyn, who rents space in my store for her herbal stand, had filled me in on an incident that took place a couple of weeks ago while I was out scouting garage sales for resaleable treasure. It seems a woman came into the shop and started flicking through the merchandise, pronouncing it “unsuitable—too much of that dreadful ready-to-wear.” Bronwyn had explained to her that Aunt Cora’s Closet doesn’t deal in high-end vintage; our merchandise consists mostly of wearable clothes, with the occasional designer collectibles. The woman then turned to my employee Maya and started grilling her about the ins and outs of the store, making none-too-subtle inquiries about where we obtained our specialty stock.
       Oscar started getting in the customer’s way, making a pest of himself and keeping her away from the clothes. Bronwyn tried to call him off, but he kept at it, almost as though he was trying to herd her toward the exit. Finally the woman picked a parasol off a nearby shelf and started whacking Oscar, and there was a scuffle.
       The woman had screamed and flailed, lost her balance, and fell back into a rack of colorful swing dresses. Maya and Bronwyn hastily extricated her, made sure she was all right, and offered profuse apologies. The woman had seemed fine at the time, they both said, and she stomped out of the store in high dudgeon.
       But if I was reading the legal papers correctly, the woman—named Autumn Jennings—was now claiming she had been “head-butted” by an “unrestrained pig,” had been injured in the “attack,” and was demanding compensation.
       It was a mystery. Oscar had never herded—much less head-butted—anyone in Aunt Cora’s Closet before. He wasn’t the violent type. In fact, apart from a few occasions when he intervened to save my life, Oscar was more the “let’s eat grilled cheese and take a nap” type.
       He was also my witch’s familiar, albeit an unusual one. Oscar was a shape-shifter who assumed the form of a miniature Vietnamese potbellied pig when around cowans—regular, nonmagical humans. Around me, his natural form was sort of a cross between a goblin and a gargoyle. A gobgoyle, for lack of a better word. His was a lineage about which I didn’t want to think too hard.
       “Bad vibes, Dude,” Conrad said with a sage nod. “Been there. Dude, I hate being served.”
       “You’ve been served?” I asked. Conrad was in his early twenties and lived such a vagabond existence it was hard to imagine why anyone would bother to sue him. I could easily imagine his being picked up by police in a sweep of the local homeless population, but how would a process server even know where to find Conrad to serve him papers?
       He nodded. “Couple times. But at least yours arrived on a Ducati. That’s a nice bike.”
       “What did you—” My question was cut off by the approach of none other than Aidan Rhodes, witchy godfather to San Francisco’s magical community. His golden hair gleamed in the sun, a beautifully tailored sports jacket hugged his tall frame, and a leather satchel was tucked under one strong arm. As he strolled down Haight Street with his signature graceful glide, strangers stopped to stare. Aidan’s aura glittered so brilliantly that even nonsensitive people noticed, though they didn’t realize what they were reacting to.
       This is all I need.
       I girded my witchy loins.
       Things between Aidan and me were . . . complicated. Not long ago I’d stolen something from Aidan, and I still owed him. And when it comes to debts, we witches are a little like elephants, bookies, and the Internet: We never forget. Even worse, Aidan feared San Francisco was shaping up to be ground zero in some sort of big magical showdown, and he wanted me to stand with him for the forces of good. Or, at the very least, for the good of Aidan Rhodes. It was hard to say exactly what was going on—and exactly what role I was willing to play in it—since the threat was frustratingly nonspecific, and Aidan played his cards infuriatingly close to his chest.
       “Good morning,” Aidan said as he joined us. “Conrad, it’s been too long. How have you been?”
       Despite their vastly different circumstances and lifestyles, Aidan treated Conrad with the respect due a peer. His decency sort of ticked me off. My life would be simpler if I could dismiss Aidan as an arrogant, power-hungry witch beyond redemption. His kindness toward my friend was difficult to reconcile with that image.
       The two men exchanged pleasantries, chatting about the beauty of Golden Gate Park when bathed in morning dew and sunshine, and whether the Giants had a shot at the pennant this year. And then Aidan turned his astonishing, periwinkle blue gaze on me, sweeping me from head to foot.
       Suddenly self-conscious, I smoothed the full skirt of my sundress.
       “And Lily . . . Stunning as always. I do like that color on you. It’s as joyful as the first rays of dawn.”
       “Thank you,” I said, blushing and avoiding his eyes. The dress was an orangey gold cotton with a pink embroidered neckline and hem, circa 1962, and I had chosen it this morning precisely because it reminded me of a sunrise. “Aren’t you just the sweet talker.”
       “You catch more flies with honey than with vinegar,” my mama used to tell me. Did this mean I was the fly and Aidan the fly catcher?
       “Is everything all right?” Aidan asked. “Am I sensing trouble? Beyond the norm, I mean.”
       “Dude, Lily just got served,” Conrad said.
       “Served? I fear we aren’t speaking of breakfast.”
       “A lawsuit,” I clarified.
       “Ah. What a shame. Whatever happened?”
       “Oscar head-butted a customer.”
       “That’s . . . unusual.” Aidan had given me Oscar and knew him well. “Was this person badly injured?”
       “I wasn’t there when it happened, but according to Bronwyn and Maya the customer seemed fine. But now she’s claiming she sustained ‘serious and debilitating neck and back injuries that hinder her in the completion of her work and significantly reduce her quality of life,’” I said, quoting from the document I still clutched tightly in my hand.
       “That sounds most distressing. Might I offer my services in finding a resolution?”
       “No. No, thank you.” The only thing worse than being slapped with a slip-and-fall lawsuit—the boogeyman of every small business owner—was being even more beholden to Aidan Rhodes than I already was. Besides . . . I wasn’t sure what he meant by “finding a resolution.” Aidan was one powerful witch. If he got involved, Autumn Jennings might very well wind up walking around looking like a frog.
       “You’re sure?” Aidan asked. “These personal injury lawsuits can get nasty—and expensive, even if you win. As much as I hate to say it, you may have some liability here. Is it even legal to have a pig in the city limits?”
       “Don’t worry about it; I’ve got it handled,” I said, not wishing to discuss the matter any further with him. “Was there some reason in particular you stopped by?”
       Aidan grinned, sending sparkling rays of light dancing in the morning breeze. He really was the most astounding man.
       “I was hoping we might have a moment to talk,” he said. “About business.”
       My stomach clenched. Time to face the music. I did owe him, after all. “Of course, come on in.”
       The door to Aunt Cora’s Closet tinkled as we went inside, and Bronwyn fluttered out from the back room, cradling Oscar to her ample chest. She was dressed in billows of purple gauze, and a garland of wildflowers crowned her frizzy brown hair. Bronwyn was a fifty-something Wiccan, and one of the first—and very best—friends I had made upon my arrival in the City by the Bay not so very long ago.
       “Hello, Aidan! So wonderful to see you again!” she gushed.
       “Bronwyn, you light up this shop like fireworks on the Fourth of July.”
       “Oh, you do go on.” She waved her hand but gave him a flirtatious smile. “But, Lily! Our little Oscaroo is very upset, poor thing! Maybe it has something to do with the woman with the motorcycle helmet who was just here—what was that about?”
       “She was serving Lily with legal papers,” said Aidan.
       “Legal papers?” Bronwyn asked as Oscar hid his snout under her arm. “For what?”
       “Remember when Oscar”—I cast about for the right word—“harassed a woman a couple of weeks ago?”
       Oscar snorted.
       “Of course, naughty little tiny piggy pig pig,” Bronwyn said in a crooning baby voice. “But I have to say, she really was bothering all of us. But . . . she’s suing you? Seriously?”
       I nodded. “I’m afraid so.”
       “Well, now, that’s just bad karma,” Bronwyn said with a frown.
       “You said she wasn’t hurt, though, right?”
       “She was fine!” Bronwyn insisted. “She fell into the rack of swing dresses. You know how poofy those dresses are—there’s enough crinolines in the skirts to cushion an NFL linebacker, and she’s, what, a hundred pounds soaking wet? I saw her just the other day, when I brought her some of my special caramel-cherry-spice maté tea and homemade corn-cherry scones, and she seemed fine. As a matter of fact, when I arrived she was up on a ladder, and she certainly didn’t seem to have any back or neck injuries. She was a little under the weather, but it was a cold or the flu.”
       “When was this?”
       “Day before yesterday, I think . . . I thought I should make the effort, since you weren’t even here when it happened. I just wanted to tell her I was sorry.”
       “How did you know where to find her?”
       “She left her business card. . . .” Bronwyn trailed off as she peeked behind her herbal counter. “I have it around here somewhere. Turns out, she’s a rival vintage clothing store owner, which explains why she was so interested. Her place is called Vintage Visions Glad Rags, over off Buchanan.”
       “Really. That is interesting. What’s it like?”
       “Very nice inventory, but if you ask me not nearly as warm and inviting as Aunt Cora’s Closet. She had some ball gowns that I’m sure were from the nineteenth century. But those are more museum pieces than anything someone would actually wear. The whole place was too snooty for my taste, by half. And expensive! Too rich for my blood.”
       “Did anything happen while you were there? Did she say anything in particular?”
       Bronwyn frowned in thought, then shook her head. “Nothing at all. She didn’t seem particularly bowled over by my gift basket, but she accepted it. But like I say, she told me she was a little under the weather, so maybe that accounts for her mood. She did have a very sweet dog, and I always say a pet lover is never irredeemable.”
       “Okay, thanks,” I said, blowing out a breath. “If you think of anything else, please let me know. Aidan and I are going to talk in the back for a moment.”
       “I’ll keep an eye on things,” Bronwyn said, lugging Oscar over to her herbal stand for a treat. Oscar was a miniature pig, but he was still a porker.
       In the back room Aidan and I sat down at my old jade green Formica-topped table. I bided my time and waited for Aidan to speak first. In witch circles, simply asking “What may I help you with?” can open up a dangerous can of worms.
       “I have to leave town for a little while,” he said.
       “Really?” Even though I knew perfectly well that he had lived elsewhere in the past, including when he’d worked with the father who had abandoned me, in my mind Aidan was so associated with San Francisco that it was hard to imagine him in any other locale. “How long do you think you’ll be gone?”
       “And here I was rather hoping you would beg me to stay,” he said in a quiet voice, his gaze holding mine.
       “Far be it from me to dictate to the likes of Aidan Rhodes.”
       He smiled. “In any case, I need a favor.”
       “First,” he said, “I’ll need you to keep tabs on Selena.”
       Selena was a talented but troubled teenage witch who had come into my life recently. She reminded me of myself at her age: socially awkward and dangerously magical.
       I clenched my teeth. It wasn’t Aidan’s place to tell me to watch over Selena; she needed all of us with whom she had grown close. But it was true that Aidan and I had both been helping her to train her powers. In her case, as in mine, the biggest challenge was learning to keep control over her emotions and her magic in general. But even as he was asking me to partner with him, Aidan still fancied himself the head of the local magical community—me included. It was very annoying.
       “Of course,” I said. “I have been.”
       “Of course,” Aidan repeated. “And Oscar can come in handy with that as well.”
       I concentrated on reining in my irritation. It wouldn’t do to send something flying, which sometimes happened when I lost my temper. Proving that Selena and I weren’t that far apart in some areas of our development.
       “You’re not Oscar’s master anymore,” I pointed out.
       He nodded slowly. “So true. Alas, I will leave that in your more than capable hands, then. Also while I’m gone I need you to fill in for me and adjudicate a few issues. Nothing too strenuous.”
       “Beg pardon?”
       He handed me a heavy, well-worn leather satchel tied with a black ribbon. “You’re always so curious about what I do for the local witchcraft community. Now’s your chance to find out.”
       “I never said I wanted to find out. I’m really perfectly happy being in the dark.”
       Aidan smiled. “Why do I find that hard to believe? In any event, find out you shall.”
       I sighed. As curious as I was about Aidan’s world, I hesitated to be drawn into it. However, I was in his debt and the bill had come due. “Fine. I’m going to need more information, though. What all is involved in ‘adjudicating issues’?”
       He shrugged. “Little of this, little of that. Mostly it means keeping an eye on things, making sure nothing gets out of hand. Handling disputes, assisting with certifications . . . Valuable job skills that really beef up the résumé, you’ll see.”
       “Uh-huh,” I said, skeptical. At the moment I didn’t need a more impressive résumé. I needed a lawyer. “What kind of certifications?”
       “Fortune-tellers and necromancers must be licensed in the city and county of San Francisco. Surely your good friend Inspector Romero has mentioned this at some point.”
       “He has, but since I’m neither a fortune-teller nor a necromancer I didn’t pay much attention. So that’s what you do? Help people fill out forms down at City Hall? Surely—”
       “It’s all terribly glamorous, isn’t it? Resolving petty squabbles, unraveling paperwork snafus . . . The excitement never ends,” he said with another smile. “But it’s necessary work, and you’re more than qualified to handle it while I’m gone. You’ll find everything you need in there.”
       I opened the satchel and took a peek. Inside were what appeared to be hundreds of signed notes written on ancient parchment, a business card with the mayor’s cell phone number written on the back in pencil, and a jangly key ring. I pulled out the keys: One was an old-fashioned skeleton key, but the others were modern and, I assumed, unlocked his office at the recently rebuilt wax museum. “Aidan, what are . . . ?”
       I looked up, but Aidan was gone, his departure marked by a slight sway of the curtains. Letting out a loud sigh of exasperation, I grumbled, “I swear, that man moves like a vampire.”
       “Vampire?” Bronwyn poked her head through the curtains, Oscar still in her arms. “Are we worried about vampires now?”
       “No, no, of course not,” I assured her as I closed the satchel and stashed it under the workroom table. “Sorry—just talking to myself.”
       “Oh, thank the goddess!” said Bronwyn, and set Oscar down. Whenever Aidan was around, Oscar became excited to the point of agitation, and his little hooves clicked on the wooden planks of the floor as he hopped around. “Never a dull moment at Aunt Cora’s Closet.”

Excerpt used with permission.

A Toxic Trousseau
A Witchcraft Mystery 8
NAL Obsidian, July 5, 2016
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 352 pages

A Toxic Trousseau by Juliet Blackwell - Excerpt
The New York Times bestselling author of Spellcasting in Silk continues as witch and vintage boutique owner Lily Ivory cracks open a Pandora’s box when she investigates some alarming apparel…

Even the most skilled sorceress can’t ward off a lawsuit, and Lily is not at her enchanting best with her hands full as the temporary leader of San Francisco’s magical community. So after her potbellied pig Oscar head-butts rival clothier Autumn Jennings, Lily tries to make peace without a costly personal injury case.

But any hope of a quiet resolution is shattered when Autumn turns up dead. As one of the prime suspects, Lily searches for a way to clear her name and discovers a cursed trousseau among Autumn’s recently acquired inventory. Lily must deal with a mysterious dogwalker and spend the night in a haunted house as she delves into the trunk’s treacherous past. She’s got to figure out who wanted to harm Autumn fast, before the curse claims another victim…

About Juliet

A Toxic Trousseau by Juliet Blackwell - Excerpt
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Juliet Blackwell is the New York Times bestselling author of The Paris Key. She the also writes the Witchcraft Mystery series and the Haunted Home Renovation series. As Hailey Lind, Blackwell wrote the Agatha-nominated Art Lover's Mystery series. A former anthropologist, social worker, and professional artist, Juliet is a California native who has spent time in Mexico, Spain, Cuba, Italy, the Philippines, and France.

Website  ~  Twitter @JulietBlackwell  ~  Facebook  ~  Pinterest

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015

Please welcome Juliet Blackwell to The Qwillery.  Spellcasting in Silk, the 7th Witchcraft Mystery, will be published on July 7th.

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015


What’s a botanica, you might ask? If you’re ever in a major city, check one out. They’re usually located in the Latino area of town; ask anyone local, they’re bound to have a favorite.

As the name indicates, these stores specialize in botanicals; but botanicas are so much more than that. The shopkeepers often serve as informal folk pharmacists; they are wise women dispensing herbs and advice, from how to get rid of warts to how to improve one’s love life or soothe one’s nerves or exact psychic revenge upon an enemy.

You’ll see packets of herbs and teas; candles for specific uses such as Homework Help or Lucky Lottery; little resin pyramids with Buddha figures inside; tiny metal “milagros” in the shapes of different body parts – leg, head, heart—which are meant to help heal those areas; bells and incense and books. The inventory usually depends on the origin of the shopkeepers; they might hail from Mexico, El Salvador, Nicaragua, or elsewhere in Latin America. Those from Central America often include a good amount of Santeria, a Caribbean tradition derived from beliefs of West African slaves, indigenous religions, and Catholicism.

What I enjoy most about botanicas is the blending of so many different belief systems. When I write my Witchcraft mysteries, I love to pick and choose different aspects of magical beliefs or folk medicines from all over the world, bringing them together in a coherent system. Throughout history and in every part of the globe, humans have developed special ways of looking at and interpreting and manipulating the world – part science, part faith, part magic.

So if you get a chance to wander the aisles of a botanica, choose a few meaningful items. Even if you’re not a believer in magic, sometimes a stone with “Strength” carved into it, given to you by a friend, can bring solace in hard times. A soothing tea might help you drift off to sleep. Lighting a candle for good luck can help you focus your concentration and ace that test or job interview. My little silver milagro helps me fend off headaches…I think. I hope. I want to believe.

And isn’t that what magic is all about?

Spellcasting in Silk
A Witchcraft Mystery 7
NAL, July 7, 2015
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
From the New York Times bestselling author of A Vision in Velvet comes more spooky sleuthing with Lily Ivory, vintage boutique owner and gifted witch…

Lily would like nothing better than to relax, enjoy her friends, and take care of business at her store, which is booming thanks to San Francisco’s upcoming Summer of Love Festival.  But as the unofficial witchy consultant to the SFPD, she is pulled into yet another case.

A woman has jumped off the Golden Gate Bridge, and her apparent suicide may be connected to a suspicious botanica in the Mission District. When the police investigate the shop, they ask Lily to look into its mysterious owner, whose granddaughter also appears to be missing. As Lily searches for the truth, she finds herself confronted with a confounding mystery and some very powerful magic…

About Juliet

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
Juliet Blackwell is the New York Times bestselling author of the Witchcraft Mystery series, featuring a powerful witch with a vintage clothes store in San Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury. She also writes the Haunted Home Renovation Mystery series, about a failed anthropologist who reluctantly takes over her father’s high-end construction company…and finds ghosts behind the walls. As Hailey Lind, Blackwell wrote the Agatha-nominated Art Lover’s Mystery series, in which an ex-art forger attempts to go straight as a faux finisher. She is currently working on a novel about a woman who takes over her uncle’s locksmith shop in Paris, entitled The Paris Key. A former anthropologist and social worker, Juliet has worked in Mexico, Spain, Cuba, Italy, the Philippines, and France.

Visit her at, join her on Facebook (JulietBlackwellAuthor) and on Twitter @JulietBlackwell

Click 'Read more' to see the previous novels in the Witchcraft Mysteries.


Secondhand Spirits
A Witchcraft Mystery 1
NAL, July 7, 2009
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
Love the vintage—not the ghosts

Lily Ivory feels that she can finally fit in somewhere and conceal her “witchiness” in San Francisco. It’s there that she opens her vintage clothing shop, outfitting customers both spiritually and stylistically.

Just when things seem normal, a client is murdered and children start disappearing from the Bay Area. Lily has a good idea that some bad phantoms are behind it. Can she keep her identity secret, or will her witchy ways be forced out of the closet as she attempts to stop the phantom?

A Cast-Off Coven
A Witchcraft Mystery 2
NAL, June 1, 2010
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
Lily Ivory is not your average witch. She runs a vintage clothing store called Aunt Cora’s Closet and has the magical ability to sense vibrations of the past from clothing and jewelry. When students are spooked at the San Francisco School for the Arts, Lily is called in to search for paranormal activity. She finds a dead body—and a closet full of old clothes with some very bad vibes.

Hexes and Hemlines
A Witchcraft Mystery 3
NAL, June 7, 2011
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
Lily gets called away from her vintage clothing store to give police a witch’s take on how the leader of a rationalist society could be murdered, surrounded by superstitions he discredited.

Evidence points to dark witchcraft. Lily’s determined to use magic of her own to find the murderer, before everyone’s luck runs out.

In a Witch's Wardrobe
A Witchcraft Mystery 4
NAL, July 3, 2012
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
Lily Ivory is living her dream of owning a vintage clothing store—and practicing magic on the side. But when she encounters a sinister sleeping spell, Lily comes face-to-face with a nightmarish evil...

Taking a night off from running her successful San Francisco clothing store, Lily attends a local art deco ball where vintage fashions steal the show. But when a young woman at the event falls under a mysterious sleeping sickness, Lily senses that a curse was placed on the woman’s corsage.

Before Lily can solve the woman’s magical ailment, she’s asked to assist in investigating a string of poisonings in the Bay Area Witchcraft community. She’s gained the trust of the local covens by supporting women’s charities through her clothing store. But soon, Lily suspects that one of her new acquaintances might not be so well intentioned and could be dabbling in dark magic and deadly botany...

Tarnished and Torn
A Witchcraft Mystery 5
NAL, July 2, 2013
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
As the owner of a popular vintage clothing store, Lily Ivory can enjoy a day of antique jewelry shopping and still call it work. But as one of San Francisco’s resident witches, searching for hidden treasures can sometimes lead to dangerous discoveries…

When Lily arrives at an antique jewelry fair, her bargain sensors go off left and right—but she also picks up a faint vibration of magic. Could the hard-bargaining merchant Griselda be a fellow practitioner? It certainly seems that way when a sudden fire sends panic through the crowd, and Lily discovers Griselda murdered in a way that nods to an old-fashioned witch hunt…

A crime that hits close to home turns into an unwelcome flash from the past when the police bring in their lead suspect—Lily’s estranged father. Though he may not deserve her help, Lily is determined to clear her father’s name and solve a murder that’s anything but crystal clear.

A Vision in Velvet
A Witchcraft Mystery 6
NAL, July 1, 2014
Mass Market Paperback and eBook, 336 pages

Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015
Lily Ivory hopes to score some great vintage fashions when she buys an antique trunk full of old clothes. But she may have gotten more than she bargained for.…

As soon as Lily opens the trunk, she feels strange vibrations emanating from a mysterious velvet cloak. When she tries it on, Lily sees awful visions from the past. And when the antiques dealer who sold her the cape is killed, Lily suspects a supernatural force might be behind his death.

Then Lily’s familiar, Oscar the potbellied pig, disappears. Lily will do anything to get him back—including battling the spirit of a powerful witch reaching out from the past. But even with the aid of her grandmother, unmasking a killer and saving Oscar might be more than one well-intentioned sorceress can handle.

The View From Monday - July 2, 2012

Happy first Monday in July. July is ParaCozyMystMo at The Qwillery celebrating those wonderful paranormal and magical cozy mysteries.

Monday -  2012 Debut Author Challenge Guest Blog byHanna Martine. Liquid Lies (The Elementals 1) will be published on July 3, 2012.

Tuesday -   ParaCozyMysMo with Ellery Adams. Pies and Prejudice (Charmed Pie Shop Mystery 1) will be published on July 3, 2012.

Wednesday -  Happy July 4th!

Thursday -  ParaCozyMysMo with Allison Kinglsey. A Sinister Sense (Raven's Nest Bookstore 2) will be published on July 3, 2012

Friday -  ParaCozyMysMo with Juliet Blackwell. Juliet write theWichcraft Mysteries and the Haunted Home Renovation Mysteries. In a Witch's Wardrobe (Witchcraft Mysteries 4) will be published on July 3, 2012.

Saturday - Guest Blog by Amanda Bonilla - My Favorite Time-Sucks. Blood Before Sunrise (Shaede Assassin 2) will be published on July 3, 2012.

There are many books out this week! Many!  You can find a printable PDF of this week's releases by clicking here. Take it shopping with you. :-)

July 1, 2012
The Werewolf of Paris (ri)
The View From Monday - July 2, 2012
Guy Endore H/M
The View From Monday - July 2, 2012
Kane H - Strigoi 1
Quiver (h2tp)
The View From Monday - July 2, 2012
Holly Luhning H/M
The Soul Consortium
The View From Monday - July 2, 2012
Simon West-Bulford SF

July 3, 2012
Pies and Prejudice
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Ellery Adams PCM - Charmed Pie Shoppe Mystery 1
Other Worlds Than These
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John Joseph Adams SF - Anthology
The Portrait of Doreene Gray
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Esri Allbritten PCM - Chihuahua Mystery 2
Iron Gray Sea
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Taylor Anderson SF - Destroyermen 7
In a Witch's Wardrobe
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Juliet Blackwell PCM - Witchcraft Mystery 4
Cloaked in Malice
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Annette Blair PCM - Vintage Magic 5
Wake of the Bloody Angel
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Alex Bledsoe F/M - Eddie Lacrosse 4
Blood Before Sunrise
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Amanda Bonilla UF - Shaede Assassin 2
Orion and King Arthur
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Ben Bova SF/TT
A Million Heavens
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John Brandon G/O/S
The Hollow Earth: At the Earth's Core and Pellucidar
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Edgar Rice Burroughs SF/A
The Sleeping and the Dead
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Jeff Crook M w/PE - Jackie Lyons 1
A Hunger So Wild
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Sylvia Day PNR - Renegade Angels 2
The Year's Best Science Fiction: Twenty-Ninth Annual Collection
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Gardner Dozois SF - Anthology
The Asylum Interviews: Bronx (e)
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Jocelynn Drake UF - Asylum Tales Short Story
House of Sighs
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Aaron Dries H
Samurai Game
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Christine Feehan PNR - GhostWalkers 10
Night Seeker
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Yasmine Galenorn UF - Indigo Court 3
Heaven's War
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David S. Goyer
Michael Cassutt
SF - Heaven's Shadow 2
Alliance Forged
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Kylie Griffin FR - Light Blade 2
Stalking the Others
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Jess Haines UF - H&W Investigations 4
Assignment in Eternity (ri)
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Robert A. Heinlein SF
Citadels of the Lost (h2mm)
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Tracy Hickman F - Annals of Drakis 2
The Legend of Jig Dragonslayer
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Jim C. Hines F - Jig the Goblin Omnibus
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D. B. Jackson F - Thieftaker Chronicles 1
This Dark Earth
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John Hornor Jacobs H
The Dragon Reborn (ri)
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Robert Jordan F - Wheel of Time 3
Goddess in the Middle
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Stephanie Julian PER - Forgotten Goddesses 3
Fire Kissed
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Erin Kellison PNR - Shadow Kissed 1
A Sinister Sense
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Allison Kingsley PCM - Raven's Nest Bookstore 2
Dragon Rule (tp2mm)
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E.E. Knight F - Age of Fire 5
The Unincorporated Woman (h2tp)
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Dani Kollin
Eytan Kollin
SF - Unincorporated 3
Lethal Outlook
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Victoria Laurie PCM - Psychic Eye 10
God Save the Queen
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Kate Locke UF - Immortal Empire 1
The Immorality Engine (h2tp)
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George Mann F/M/SP - Newbury & Hobbes Investigations 3
Liquid Lies (d)
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Hanna Martine PNR -  Elementals 1
Lord of Fire and Ice
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Connie Mason
w/ Mia Marlowe
HR w/ PE
Hedge End
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Peter Mark May H
Tin Swift
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Devon Monk SP - Age of Steam 2
Tainted Night, Tainted Blood
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E.S. Moore UF - Kat Redding 2
My Lady Mage
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Alexis Morgan FR - Warriors of the Mist 1
The Night Circus (h2tp)
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Erin Morgenstern F
Up Jumps the Devil (d)
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Michael Poore F
Grave Memory
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Kalayna Price UF - Alex Craft 3
Downpour (h2mm)
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Kat Richardson UF - Greywalker 6
Even White Trash Zombies Get the Blues
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Diana Rowland UF - White Trash Zombie 2
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R.A. Salvatore F - D&D Forgotten Realms: Neverwinter Night Trilogy 2
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Wen Spencer F - Elfhome 3
Spin the Sky
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Katy Stauber SF
The Apocalypse Codex
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Charles Stross UF - Laundry Files 4
Voyage to Kazohinia
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Sandor Szathmari SF/Dystopia
Advent (d)
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James Treadwell F
War Maid's Choice Limited Signed Edition
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David Weber F - War God 4
War Maid's Choice
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David Weber F - War God 4
The Hollow City
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Dan Wells H/Su
Waking Hours (h2tp)
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Lis Wiehl M/PE - East Salem Trilogy 1
The Beginners (h2tp)
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Rebecca Wolff H

July 4, 2012
The Year's Best Dark Fantasy & Horror 2012 Edition
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Paula Guran (ed) F/H - Anthology

d - Debut
e - eBook
h2mm - Hardcover to Mass Market Paperback
h2tp - Hardcover to Trade Paperback
ri - Reissue or Reprint
tp2mm - Trade Paperback to Mass Market Paperback

A - Adventure
F - Fantasy
FR - Fantasy Romance
H - Horror
HR - Historical Romance
G - Gothic
M - Mystery
O - Occult
PCM - Paranormal Cozy Mystery
PE - Paranormal Elements
PER - Paranormal Erotic Romance
PNR - Paranormal Romance
S - Supernatural
SF - Science Fiction
SP - Steampunk
Su - Suspense
TT - Time Travel
UF - Urban Fantasy

If Walls Could Talk - Another 12/7 Release That I Want - December 6, 2010

I have this book in my December 2010 new releases database, but forgot to add it to my new release lists, which I will do right after I write this post. It's not UF or PNR, it's PM, a Paranormal Mystery. I love PMs so this is a must buy for me, especially since I enjoyed reading Juliet Blackwell's Witchcraft Mysteries: Second-Hand Spirits and A Cast-Off Coven.

If Walls Could Talk
A Haunted Home Renovation Mystery
by Juliet Blackwell
Mass Market, 336 pages

If Walls Could Talk - Another 12/7 Release That I Want - December 6, 2010
Melanie Turner has made quite a name for herself remodeling historic houses in the San Francisco Bay Area. But now her reputation may be on the line.

At her newest project, a run-down Pacific Heights mansion, Mel is visited by the ghost of a colleague who recently met a bad end with power tools. Mel hopes that by nailing the killer, she can rid herself of the ghostly presence of the murdered man-and not end up a construction casualty herself...
A Toxic Trousseau by Juliet Blackwell - ExcerptGuest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Botanicas - July 1, 2015Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - Top 10 Things I Learned While Writing Keeper of the Castle - plus a Review and Giveaway - December 8, 2014ParaMysMo 2014: Juliet Blackwell, author of the Haunted Home Renovation Mysteries and the Witchcraft Mysteries - October 25, 2014Guest Blog by Juliet Blackwell - The Witch's Familiar - and Giveaway! - July 3, 2014ParaCozyMysMo - Interview with Oscar from the Witchcraft Mysteries by Juliet Blackwell - July 4, 2013ParaCozyMysMo - Juliet Blackwell - Witchcraft Mysteries & Haunted Home Renovation MysteriesThe View From Monday - July 2, 2012If Walls Could Talk - Another 12/7 Release That I Want - December 6, 2010

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