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The Secrets of Mystic Springs

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Welcome to Mystic Springs... where things definitely go bump in the night. Connie Winters imagines that allowing all of the residents of Mystic Springs to see the spirits who live amongst them wil...
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  • 22 September 2026
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Welcome to Mystic Springs... where things definitely go bump in the night.
Connie Winters imagines that allowing all of the residents of Mystic Springs to see the spirits who live amongst them will let her live a quiet life.
She couldn't be more wrong.
When a gypsy woman discovers a historic journal, the woman will pay the ultimate price for her treasure.
Everyone knows that Mystic Springs was discovered, and founded, by a group of women. Or, at least, that's what they've been told. This journal tells another story. A story that nobody wants to believe.
But who would want the journal badly enough to kill for it?
With the town's new Sheriff distracted from the case, it falls to Connie and her dead sister to work alongside the dead former Sheriff to solve the case and discover the truth about Mystic Springs.
This is a full-length paranormal cozy mystery. Spooky not scary. Lighthearted and fun.
Second in series by Mona Marple, author of the Waterfell Tweed cozy mystery series.
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Price: $19.99
Pages: 300
Publisher: Vinci Books Ltd
Imprint: Vinci Books Ltd
Series: Mystic Springs Paranormal Cozy Mystery Series
Publication Date: 22 September 2026
Trim Size: 7.80 X 5.08 in
ISBN: 9781036714291
Format: Paperback
BISACs: FICTION / Ghost, Fantasy: cosy / cozy, FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Amateur Sleuth, FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Cozy / Paranormal, FICTION / Crime, Crime and mystery: private investigator / amateur detectives, Contemporary horror, ghost stories and supernatural fiction, Comical (humorous) crime and mystery
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ONE PENNY A STORY, I called across the playground.
Entirely unusual, given how shy I was (and still am), for me to be shouting anything across a playground.
But there I was, a double-sided sheet of narrow ruled paper (I've always been kind of particular about the paper I like. Back then, narrow ruled. Now, grid.) in my hand, selling stories I hadn't yet wrote.
Every line featured a different title. I'd lay on my bed the night before thinking of them all, probably singing along to Boyzone songs as I did [hey, don't judge... I see you over there like you never thought you were destined to marry a boy band singer...].
My school friends could buy a Mona original for one penny. One penny!
They'd pick the title they liked, hand over their sweaty penny, and I'd write the story for them.
And I've never grown out of writing stories.
Now, I write cozy mystery stories from my den in the Peak District, and when I'm not writing them, I'm reading them.