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Whiskey Pines

A cozy world of stories, shops, and simple pleasures by the lake.

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A word from

Kenzie

They call me Kenzie. I run this town. Or I would, if anyone around here listened to a dog.

Roxie does the sleuthing. I do the thinking. You do the reading. It's cozier in here than it looks, and considerably more dangerous. Come in. Wipe your feet. And try not to touch anything that isn't yours. We've had trouble with that lately.

— Kenzie, Bichon Frise, reincarnated, and the only one in Whiskey Pines who knows where the bodies are. Figuratively. Mostly.

Kenzie, a white Bichon Frise in a Victorian dress and hat, beside Contessa the crowned Himalayan-Siamese cat
The cat wishes it noted that she was not consulted on this website, and finds the color palette "adequate." She brought her own crown. — Kenzie
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Read Quiet Treachery

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Quiet Treachery

A Pines & Needles Paranormal Crafting Mystery — Book One

Whiskey Pines, Michigan, 1988. A women's crafting colony on the Lake Michigan shore. A deceased member with something to say. Pages missing from the Founders binder. And a smiling attorney on the one day no one is supposed to be there. Meet the town. Stay for the trouble.

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Page through the opening chapter of Quiet Treachery right on the page, with sound and all the trimmings.

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Letters from the lake

The Whiskey Pines Journal

New release notices, dispatches from Roxie, seasonal recipes from the Crumb Cottage Bakery, and the occasional grievance from Contessa. Twice a month. No spam, just Whiskey Pines.

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