The Biscuit WitchPart One of The MacBridesA Crossroads novellaDear Dr. FirthI know you are in your cups at this time, drinking, taking pills, and sleeping under trees, but I have some experience rehabilitating lost souls in that regard, and so I am enclosing a box of my biscuits and a cold wrapped container of cream gravy for dessert. Please eat and write back.We need a veterinarian of your gumption here in the Crossroads Cove of Jefferson County. -Delta Whittlespoon, proprietress of The Crossroads CaféBiscuit witches, Mama called them. Shed heard the term as a girl. Shed inherited that talent. My mother could cast spells on total strangers simply by setting a plate of her biscuits in front of them. -Tal MacBrideWelcome back to the Crossroads Cove where new loves, old feuds, and poignant mysteries will challenge siblings Tal, Gabby, and Gus MacBride to fight for the home they lost and to discover just how important their family once was, and still is, to the proud people of the Appalachian highlands.
