Fish and Chip: Nine Lives, One Boo Crew (Huckleberry Hollow Wonderland Theme Park #4)

It’s Halloween at Huckleberry Hollow Wonderland and a whole slew of Cozy Mystery authors have descended on the theme park!Come for the Halloween thrills, stay for the murder!
Meet Fish and Chip, crime-fighting, talking cats—From the rescue—to the rescue!
Love talking pets and theme parks? Then welcome to Huckleberry Hollow.
The purrfect crime needs the purrfect detectives.
Two cats, nine lives, one Boo Crew murder case.
A laugh-out-loud standalone cozy mystery by
New York Times, USA TODAY, & Wall Street Journal
bestseller Addison Moore.

Cosmopolitan
Magazine calls Addison’s books, “...easy, frothy fun!” Humor with a side of homicide. All books in the series can be read individually, so dive on in! Includes RECIPE!

A Note from the author, Addison
Meet my sweet cats! We can’t wait for you to join us on our mew adventure! I adopted Fish and Chip from the local shelter when they were just furry little kittens. From the rescue—to the rescue!

Book
Hi, I’m Josie Janglewood, and I own a theme park where people die more often than the mechanical rides break down—which is saying something.
When I agreed to host the Cozy Mystery Boo Crew for a week-long Halloween book festival at Huckleberry Hollow Wonderland, I expected author panels, book signings, and maybe some mild drama over who got the best workshop time slot. What I got was bestselling author dead in my fake cemetery, a handful of suspects with very real motives, and my cats Fish and Chip wearing parade costumes while investigating murder.
Did I mention I can read the minds of animals? Yeah, that’s a thing. Fish thinks everyone is guilty until proven innocent, Chip just wants to know if the evidence is edible, and a Southern poodle named Cupcake keeps offering relationship advice between murder suspects.
Between interrogating cozy mystery authors who write about murder for a living (and might have just tried it for real), my ex-husband Clyde having yet another career crisis, and enough Halloween candy to require dental insurance for the entire state of Maine, I’ve got to figure out which writer turned fiction into reality. All while wearing a cursed doll head for protection and trying not to fall too hard for the hot detective whose mother keeps accidentally booking events that bankrupt my park.
She’s not subtle.
Welcome to my life at Huckleberry Hollow, where the only thing scarier than the Haunted Mansion is realizing the killer knows exactly how to get away with murder—because she writes about it for a living.
At least the pumpkin spice snickerdoodles are to die for.
Though preferably not literally.

Another murder at our park. We’re becoming a statistical anomaly.
But did you see the buffet? Jack-o’-lantern lasagna, chocolate coffins, ghost cream puffs! Worth every corpse!
Your priorities are deeply concerning. We solved a murder while you focused on dessert.
I can multitask! I identified the killer AND rated all five pastries simultaneously.
You literally sat on the killer’s lap because you smelled bacon.