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Sea-Devil: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 1
Sea-Devil: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 1

You never get over your first love...how about your first murder? When a man is murdered in her bookstore the night before her grand opening, island newcomer, Delilah Duffy, makes a name for herself as prime suspect. If Delilah Duffy hopes to create a life on the island, she must navigate through a vicious family feud, shoddy police work and the mistakes of her past. Will Delilah uncover the truth before her past and her present destroy her?

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Luna-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 2
Luna-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 2

We're all just one pain away from lunacy. A seaside inn. An elegant party. A black dress. What could go wrong? For Delilah Duffy, just about anything. With her bookstore failing, the last thing she needs is a party or another mystery to solve. With nightmares, anxiety, and panic intensifying, Delilah doesn’t know what’s real and what’s in her head. With everything at risk, Delilah discovers what’s worse… becoming a lunatic or facing one.

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Sea-Crossed: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 3
Sea-Crossed: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 3

Some secrets are kept to be kind. Torture, pain, misery - that’s all someone else wants for her. When a dinner party turns deadly, Sam goes missing, and Delilah realizes she's being watched, the “book queen with a thing for crime scenes” must battle to get her life and love back. Can love and determination save them or will dark secrets ruin her chances for a normal life? With mysterious messages taunting her and a killer eluding her, what lines will she cross to get to the truth?

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Pyra-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 4
Pyra-Sea: A Delilah Duffy Mystery Book 4

Everything can change in seconds. Bookstore manager and crime-solver, Delilah Duffy knows that better than anyone. When her Happily Ever After Valentine’s Day Bash ends in fiery destruction, everything she’s worked for burns with it. Pregnant and brokenhearted, Delilah fans the flames of her anger toward what she’s good at: solving crimes. Hot on the trail of an arsonist while her nemesis is on hers, Delilah fights to get her life back. Will she turn ash to treasure before the pyromaniac strikes

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My Vella Story

Water World
Water World

After a tough move with his Mom and sister from his beloved country home, Ethan isn't adjusting well to city life. In trying to escape his problems in this world, he opens another, dropping him and his sister, Abby, into Water World. This trip is no vacation, not with legendary monsters and deadly sea creatures to battle. But teaming up to help the merpeople through their home-related crisis might help Ethan and Abby navigate theirs, if they survive long enough to make it home.

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  • Jessica Sherry

Christmas Cookie Mayhem

Is it okay to blog about Christmas cookies long after Christmas? Right?


Of course, it is! As the song goes (It's my party and I'll cry if I want to...), it's my blog and I'll talk Christmas cookies when I want to. Okay, that doesn't quite work, but you get my point. Besides, this isn't a how-to, but just an amusing anecdote, anyway.


Baking Christmas cookies is a household tradition I've done with the kids from the start. Providing Santa and the reindeer refreshments on their long night is a must-do, so we might as well go all-in for some homemade treats. Admittedly, those first sugar cookies decorated with haphazard sprinkles and clunky icing weren't the most beautiful creations--they were freaking hideous, honestly--but at least they were heartfelt. I'm sure Santa felt the love in those cookies, especially if he ate them with his eyes closed.


As the years have gone by, the cookies have improved and the kids have done more of the work. It's gone from me saying, "Let me show you" to "You can do this" to, well, me asking, with a desperate, sad look on my face, "Need Mommy's help, pumpkin?" The answer is decidedly no based on the eye rolls.


Nowadays, our crazy cookie adventures barely resemble ones in our early years. With one child grown and out of the house, fifteen-year-old Abby has absolute power over the Christmas cookies. She takes the lead, and I follow, happy she still wants to bake them at all.


Course, when it comes to the finished product, she makes her independent spirit known with outcomes such as this:


Your Mom Cookies

Your Mom is Abby's standard joke. It's her version of Michael Scott's one-liner: that's what she said. It's her "funny" answer to many of my questions.


Me: Who are you texting, Abby?

Abby: Your Mom.


Me: What game are you playing?

Abby: Your Mom.


Me: Do you think that guy is cute?

Abby: Your Mom.

This is often annoying because clearly, I want my questions answered, and she wants her privacy. Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I know it's not the BEST joke, but her random delivery of it can make me laugh, sometimes.


Like when I'm in the grocery store with my list and ten items down, shoved between dog food and creamer, Abby has written Your Mom.


So, it makes perfect sense that last year's Christmas cookies ended up with Your Mom decorations. That's just Abby.


This year, she didn't need me in the kitchen momsplaining how to clean as you go or let the cookies cool before dousing them with icing. She didn't need my help at all--a fact that's sad and joyful together, though I wondered, hanging my head, what she'd create without me.



While she mixed, baked, and decorated her gingerbreads, I peeked around corners and wandered into the kitchen for a look at her labors. "Sure you don't need my help, dear?"


Eye roll. "No, Mom."


Abby decorated each cookie precisely--something that I usually have to cheerlead her through since cookie-making can be a tiring endeavor. When I took pictures of her finished products, I gave her credit for her hard work and attention to detail.


Gingerbread Cookies

Then, I saw this:


Gingerbread Victim

"Yikes, what happened to this guy?" I asked. Abby smirked. Then, I saw this:


Gingerbread Killer

"Oh, my God! Did you make murder cookies?"


She smirked and nodded. I teared up in pride. Yes, pride! You know you've done right by your kids if they not only take the lead in Christmas cookies but also make them hilarious! A sense of humor is a rare and beautiful thing, people! It's something to cherish, even more than Christmas cookie traditions!


Abby explained that the surprised gingerbread with the missing arm was the victim, and the remorseful-looking gingerbread covered in blood was his killer (the victim bled out). The investigation into the motive is ongoing.


That she created murder cookies took the sting out of her doing them all herself, and these bloody gingerbreads were the last to get eaten.


Abby's unique twist on gingerbreads reminded me that just because something's tradition, doesn't mean it has to be boring. Why not add a little cookie murder?


I can't wait to see what she comes up with next year... a gingerbread house of horrors, perhaps?


Did any of your Christmas traditions go joyfully, creatively awry this year? Share below!


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