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Follow Tara, Stormi and the rest of the gang as they find themselves involved in murder and mayhem in three separate stories. Also included are delicious visions of ice cream concoctions that will make your sweet tooth tingle.

Stormi's honeymoon has finally arrived, and the gang is all there to celebrate with the newlyweds. However, it isn't long before a new murder mystery occurs, upsetting the normal tranquility of the resort. Find out what happens when Tara, Stormi, and Paige take matters into their own hands and discover they may be in way over their heads.

Tara got more than what she bargained for when she opened up The Frozen Scoop Ice Cream Shoppe in the small town of Caesar's Creek, Georgia. Newly divorced and disgusted with corporate life, she feels a small town atmosphere is a welcoming change to her prior chaotic life. That is, until the town is rocked by murder and mayhem.

When Jessie and her friends witness the grisly aftermath of three unusual murders, they enter a realm unlike any they've ever known in search of answers. Jessie's still getting used to seeing her dear departed mother and Granny in spirit form, along with the neighboring shape shifter. However, three mysterious doorways in the Inn's basement promise more adventure, more mystery, and more newly-discovered abilities.

When Stormi's mother arrives in town to help with her daughter's wedding, the entire community shudders. But she hasn't come alone. Find out what happens when wedding planning runs amok and a certain person succumbs to a pointy end.

Trixie's looking for the son she gave up for adoption many years ago. She's commissioned Tara, Stormi and Paige along with a private investigator to help with the task. But will the undertaking take its toll on Trix, especially when meeting an old nemesis? Find out in this short story and the sixth book in the Caesars Creek Series.

Three dates, a golf cart with a shark fin on top, and a con man.... Lily and her aunts find themselves with dates to the same function. Little do they know the event will end with some unfortunate soul staring into the great beyond. And as they say, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.