Don't mess with a Southern granny. She might just kill you.
Things have been calm in Keyhole Lake for a while, and Noelle and Hunter have finally set a wedding date. Par for the course, though, Coralee no sooner gets her measured for her dress than somebody turns up dead.
This time, it's the self-appointed leader of the Keyhole Crocheters, a woman everybody just loved to hate. That means that the suspect pool consists of most of the town's elderly population, and a healthy percentage of younger folks, too.
Since, Hunter can't carve out time for a tux fitting until he figures out who offed the meanest memaw in town, it's up to Noelle and crew to jump in and help.
This is book 18 in my Witches of Keyhole Lake series. If you like a whole lot of sass, just enough magic, and a dash of murder, then you'll love this witch cozy mystery!