HARLEY DODGE can barely contain her enthusiasm for the upcoming Thanksgiving feast in Boolee, West Virginia. The only time she’s glad to be stuck to the hills of holler. Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on her clairvoyant talent wreaking havoc by jumping to her palate. She should have known, the near-dead body that she and Miss Surelee discovered to the back woods of the Victorian was the premonition. Or maybe it was Miss Surelee’s illegally-acquired ferret, a pig chase or Jesse Huntley’s advances that had her avoiding gossip at all costs. Either way, she’s grateful smug-mug slithered away. If only she can figure out what to do about Laney, Red and the rest of her Dodge relation.

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