Joseph Truitt

Pumpkin Pirates and The Secret of Lightning Hollow (Cookie Pirate Mysteries, #3) (eBook, ePUB)

• Format: ePub

Produktbeschreibung

WILL LIGHTNING STRIKE IN THE SAME PLACE TWICE?

EMMA HARPER IS ABOUT TO RISK EVERYTHING TO FIND OUT.

BUT IF SHE IS TO SOLVE THE SECRET OF LIGHTNING HOLLOW, EMMA WILL HAVE TO CONFRONT THE DARK RIDER AND HIS LIGHTNING CURSE.

It seems Emma Harper's cookie pirating has come back to haunt her once again. After an unplanned trip through Lightning Hollow's spooky pumpkin patch, Emma is certain she has seen Malinda Pumpernickel's ghost. When Emma returns to the Hollow for a pirating job, she is quickly ensnared by pumpkin vines and barely escapes. An unsolved mystery, and a forgotten curse, have taken over Lighting Hollow.

Can Emma save the pumpkin patch from something scarier than ghosts? To do so, she will need to solve the riddle of Malinda Pumpernickel's last words. Mystery and spooky nighttime mischief await our favorite cookie pirate in this Halloween tale.

Cozy up with Emma Harper on her third adventure, filled with laughter, magic, and spunky cookie pirating antics.

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: StoryMajigs LLC
• Altersempfehlung: ab 9 Jahre
• Erscheinungstermin: 19. September 2022
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798215138946
• Artikelnr.: 70074447

Autorenporträt

I'm an author, a novelist, a stranger, and a friend.

I write things, wonderfully, marvelous things. Things like mystery, madness, and murder. I write the terror of war and the hunger of dragons that soar over screaming helpless villages. I write the fall of evil wizards and the rise of mechanical beasts. The madness of troubled scientists in search of a cure for life and the brokenhearted warrior on his last charge of the night. I write the smell of coffee late at night and the taste of blood under the moonlight. The bitter cold darkness of winter and glory of Christmas morning when the sunlight glistens through the pines and bounces off the freshly fallen snow. I write the shimmer of gold sparkling in a fresh mountain stream while two bankrupt prospectors square off on a claim. I write happiness, joy, sadness, and pain; cruelty, chaos, and thrillers with green glowing brains. I create worlds out of the ether then crush them with my fingertips. I tell lies, truths, half-truths, and horror all while peering into the soft white glow of liquid crystal. Late into the darkness where South Fork Prairie once bloomed, you'll find me writing quite disheveled and ungroomed.

My name is Joseph Truitt.