That Pig Gonna Fly: Magic and Mayhem Universe: Maidens of Mayhem, #2

By Julia Mills

Take…

One Outstanding Owl with an Overactive Imagination…

Four fine-feathered Femme Fatales who just happen to be her most favorite and bestest friends…

A Brilliantly handsome, Bodaciously Bewitching, Bighearted, and Brave Boar Shifter…

Add in a Murder, Mayhem, and more than a little Mischief that's 'out-of-this-world'…

Then toss it all in a puddle smack-dab in a little piece of Heaven known as Tallullu Parish, LA and you've got the best life this little ole Owl could've ever hope for.

We are the Maidens of Mayhem. Open 24/7/365 for all your Misadventure needs. Bodies buried. Alibis provided. Bail delivered. Call 1-888-MAIDENS. We're here to help!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Julia Mills
• Release date: Oct 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393939665

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That Pig Gonna Fly

Maidens of Mayhem ~ Book 2

by

Julia Mills

Bodies Buried. Alibis Provided. Bail Delivered.

The Maidens of Mayhem – for all your misadventure needs.

Copyright © 2019 by Julia Mills

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is coincidental.

This book contains content that may not be suitable for young readers 17 and under.

The Author of this Book has been granted permission by Robyn Peterman to use the copyrighted characters and/or worlds created by Robyn Peterman in this book. All copyright protection to the original characters and/or worlds of the Magic and Mayhem series is retained by Robyn Peterman.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

Cover by Rebecca Poole

Proofed by Book Nook Nuts

Beta Read by Charlene Bauer, and Jacquelyn Craven

To Robyn Peterman – THANK YOU SO MUCH for letting me into your world!

I just ADORE you!

YOU ROCK, LADY! Never stop being you! XOXO

To All My Readers – YOU MAKE MY DAY EVERY SINGLE DAY!

THANK YOU from the bottom of my big old southern heart!

I simply could NOT do it without YOU!

DEDICATION

Dare to Dream! Find the Strength to Act! Never Look Back!

Thank you, God.

To my girls, Liz and Em, I Love You. Every day, every way, always.

To all my readers – this one’s for you. Thank you for always finding humor in my mishaps and screw-ups and sticking by me no matter how many I make. YOU ARE THE BEST EVER!

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

Also by Julia

About Julia

Foreword from Robyn – the Queen of Mayhem-Peterman

Blast Off with us into the Magic and Mayhem Universe!

I’m Robyn Peterman, the creator of the Magic and Mayhem Series and I’d like to invite you to my Magic and Mayhem Universe.

What is the Magic and Mayhem Universe, you may ask?

Well, let me explain...

It’s basically authorized fan fiction written by some amazing authors that I stalked and blackmailed! KIDDING! I was lucky and blessed to have some brilliant authors say yes! They have written brand new stories using my world and some of my characters. And let me tell you...the results are hilarious!

So here it is! Blast off with us into the hilarious Magic and Mayhem Universe. Side splitting books by fantabulous authors! Check out each and every one. You will laugh your way to a magical HEA!

For all the stories, go to https://magicandmayhemuniverse.com/. Grab your copy today!

Prologue

Maxine

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Striking the rickety table with the hammer I was using as a gavel, (It was the only thing I could find in a pinch. Guess the three-inch, hand-carved heel of my favorite Manolo Blahnik boots would’ve worked, too. However, keeping Bailmore Hall for the Sanity-Challenged Shifters (It’s a working title. Get over it. Would you rather we go with Batshit Crazy Creatures? Don’t think for a moment that I’m kidding. It was suggested.) from falling over into a pile of bricks, and not working on 5th Avenue as Psychiatrist to the more-money-than-sense-Shifters, I'll never be able to afford another pair as long as I live. And Flamingo Shifters live a long, long, l-o-n-g time. Oh! And there’s not a decent cobbler anywhere in Tallulu Parish. I’ve asked and gotten the dirty looks in response.)

Okay, where was I? Oh yeah...

Hitting the table that was being held up by a wish and a prayer with a hammer from the Stone Age, I hollered, Let the first meeting of the Folk of the Maidens of Mayhem come to order. Sighing as I let my shoulders fall and my spine attempt to curl in on itself because I really couldn't believe we were going to do this crazy thing, I asked with a grump and a growl, Anybody got a clue where Livvie might be?

No, Colleen sniffed, filing her bright red fingernails to dangerously sharp points. I damned sure don’t. Rolling her eyes upward and glaring through her heavily mascaraed lashes, she bitched,  "If I remember correctly, and I always do, that bossy little Owl was the one who said... Lifting her head and clearing her throat, Colleen, the Crow-who-swore-she-was-a Raven (Livvie will fill you in on that whole mess of duck fluff.) scrunched up her face like her mouth was trying to crawl down her throat, and in a high, squeaky voice (that I will never tell my best friend, Olivia, sounded just like her) mocked, Now, look here y’all, if we’re gonna be a real agency, we have to get organized. We’re having a meeting! No if’s, and’s or but’s. It’s non-negotiable."

Yeah! Monique chimed in like somebody'd goosed her well-padded behind. "How come Livvie didn't have to come? It's her fault we're here. Least she could do was show up. This is a load of duck shit if I ever smelled one. Somebody better get her feathered badonkadonk here in the next coupla minutes, or I'm leavin’. I’ve got better things to do than sit around here catchin’ the Creepin’ Crud Crazies." (After four years of undergraduate plus four years of medical school plus four years of residency and then more years than I will ever tell anyone but my Flock and my hunka-hunka-hot-stuff-Hound Dog, I have no earthly idea what the Creepin’ Crud Crazies were. And there was not enough money in all the world to make me ask Colleen.)

Oh, shut the hell up, Edna snapped in her usual pissed-off Drill Sergeant tone. Pushing an old medicine cart, the squeak