Reviews

“[An] enjoyable series launch . . . Paranormal cozy fans will be well satisfied.”
—Publishers Weekly

“Mayhem arrives at the candle shop . . . cozy meets karma”–Kirkus Reviews

“SNUFFED OUT is “gripping fun” with a healthy dose of magic, murder, and madcap characters. Kick back, light a relaxing candle, and settle in for a fabulous read of this entertaining and compelling mystery. Valona Jones knows her stuff!” — Carolyn Haines, USA Today bestselling author of the Sarah Booth Delaney mystery series

“In Snuffed Out, Valona Jones melts together a rich cast of characters, adds the scent of old scandals and secrets, and devises a wholly original kind of magical sleuthing to light up a nifty mystery. You’ll wish you had a Magic Candle Shop taper of your own to read by!” —Leigh Perry, Author the Family Skeleton Series

“Books, candles, and…energetics? Valona Jones’ Snuffed Out brings a sharp new twist to the paranormal cozy mystery genre.” —Diane A.S. Stuckart, NYT bestselling author of cozy mysteries

“Snuffed Out” by Valona Jones is a series debut that offers an intriguing cast of characters, an inventive take on the paranormal, a twisty mystery, and a satisfying romance. Fans of cozy paranormal mysteries will welcome this new addition to the genre.” — Victoria Gilbert, author of the Blue Ridge Library Mystery series and the Booklover’s B&B Mystery series

“An intriguing cast of characters, a solid whodunit, and a touch of magic mix into a suspenseful brew in this delightful cozy mystery!”—Nancy J Cohen, author of The Bad Hair Day Mysteries

“Snuffed Out by Valona Jones is the perfect blend of paranormal, cozy, and reader fun. Scented candles, wonderful characters, energy transfers, and mystery make Snuffed Out, the first book in a new series by Valona Jones, the perfect blend of paranormal, cozy, and reader fun.”—Debra H Goldstein, author of the Sarah Blair Mysteries.

“Start with a story full of heart and soul and magic and danger, add a cast of very inventive characters, then stir in a city famous for its deep well of dark and deadly secrets, and you’ve got the recipe for Snuffed Out—a first-rate, stay-up-late mystery.”– Roger Johns, Author of the Wallace Hartman Mysteries and a 2018 Georgia Author of the Year

“The author had me with the Savannah setting. It has a small town feel with the atmosphere of the city’s magic and mystery. . . . It’s the first book in the Magic Candle Shop Mystery series and I am looking forward to reading the next one.”—C.A. Rowland, author of the Haunted City Mysteries

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Excerpt

After each round of customers, I straightened stock, aligned our eclectic collection of books related to Savannah, pinched off brown fronds on our front-window fern pots, which were interspersed with fanciful sculptures of dragons, pirates, and more. The cats stayed closer than usual today, which suggested a brewing storm. To ward off trouble, I tinkled our special wind chimes, pleased with the harmonic notes.

Foot traffic through the shop slowed at about one thirty, and by three, I was counting the moments until five, when I could lock up. Or I was until two cops breezed through my front door.
Detectives Sharmila Belfor and Chase Nowry were a salt-and-pepper pair, him the iodized white salt and her the spicy black pepper. A few years ago the city and county had conjoined their police forces, but recently they’d become separate entities again. No official reason was given, but I suspected there’d been too many cooks in the kitchen. That never worked out.

I’d met the city detectives last month when they dropped by in relation to a burglary at the wine shop down the street. That situation resolved quickly, and I hoped for the same outcome to their Bristol Street visit today. “Good afternoon, Detectives,” I said. “How may I help you?”

“We’re investigating a homicide, ma’am,” Detective Nowry said, easing onto the padded stool by the counter, his expression grim. His deeply lined face attested to his years of service as a law enforcement officer.

His words shook me, and my fevered imagination took flight, imagining a horrific end to someone I knew. I braced my arms on the sales counter and made myself ask, “Who died?”
“Blithe McAdam.”

Buzzing sounded in my ears, as if I’d landed in a beehive. Blithe. She wasn’t a nice person, but I wouldn’t wish homicide on anyone.

“Ms. Winslow,” Detective Nowry asked, “what can you tell us about this woman?”

“I knew her. She bought candles here from time to time.”

Detective Belfor leaned in. “And hand cream?”

“Uh. Yes. The lotion. Um. My sister gave her the lotion on Thursday.”

His head cocked to the side, parrot-wise. “She didn’t purchase it?”

“Well, no.” I didn’t like the way he studied me, as if I were a bug in his private insect collection. Harley left his cozy basket on the floor and jumped onto the stool behind the counter, startling me. Feeling like I was under a magnifying glass, I scooped the cat in my arms, to use as my shield.

“Ms. Winslow, is there something you’re not saying?”

Harley’s contented purr steadied me. “Blithe McAdam suffered from severe headaches. When she couldn’t find pain relief in the traditional medical community, she tried our aromatherapy candles. She bought sets of candles every week for several weeks, but this week she said our candles didn’t help. Sage gave her a full refund and the lotion.”

“Any heated words exchanged?”

I gave them my best shopkeeper smile. “The customer is always right. We addressed her concerns, and she left. That was the end of our conversation.”

“Come now, Ms. Winslow,” Detective Belfor said. “The victim was a disagreeable woman. I’m sure there’s more to the story.”

“We want our customers to be happy, Detectives. She arrived upset, and we eased her concern. She departed in a better frame of mind. What more can I say?”

“Did you see her after Thursday?”

“No, I did not.”

“Did your coworkers see her?”

“Not that I know of. If you don’t believe me, check our security footage.” I pointed to the camera behind the counter. From long usage, I knew the lens captured the sales counter and the front door.

They observed me with their laser-focused cop vision, and I was delighted to have Harley to help me through this. My turn to pose a question. “How’d she die?”

“A blow to the head,” Detective Belfor said. “You know anyone who had a beef with her? Someone who hated her enough to kill her?”

Blithe was a difficult person, but it was one thing to dislike her and quite another to end her life. “No.”

“Are you certain?” Detective Nowry asked. “Perhaps someone who despised her. Are you protecting someone? A coworker, perhaps?”

My chin rose with my indignation. “No one I know would do such a thing.”

“What about her friends or family?”

“She’s a customer. We aren’t best friends with our customers. Shopkeepers are friendly for business reasons.”

“Interesting,” Nowry said, “but you didn’t answer my question.

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