Pumpkin Spice Pie-Jinks: Seasons of Magic: Pumpkins & Shades, #1
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When fate comes knocking, feed it pie!
Pie witch Reese always played it safe—until she opened a magical bakery. But running a bakery is harder than she expected, and she finds herself one bad week away from going under. When the town announces a baking competition that could save her bakery's future, she jumps at the chance to rescue her dreams. But then two mischievous autumn sprites show up on her doorstep, demanding pie and determined to find a mate for their prince.
With pressure building for Reese to find the prize-winning dessert, she starts to question every choice she has ever made. And the sprites have their own agenda, involving nothing Reese could have imagined… including turning her house into candy. With time running out, can Reese distract the sprites long enough to save her bakery?
Or will her dreams turn into nothing more than an under-baked pie?
Pumpkin Spice Pie-Jinks is perfect for fans of Gilmore Girls and Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson series. It is part of a collection of standalone fairy tale novellas, Seasons of Magic, and is the prequel to an upcoming urban fantasy series. If you like lighthearted tales, autumn magic, and pie, you will love Selina J. Eckert's Hansel-and-Gretel-inspired story!
Selina J. Eckert
Selina is a biologist-by-day, writer-by-night native of Pennsylvania. She lives with her husband, dog, and two cats and spends her time writing, reading, creating art, and dreaming about fictional worlds. Besides writing and sciencing, Selina also runs an author support business, Paper Cranes, LLC, that provides editing, consulting, and mapmaking services to authors, writers, and students. She has written two fairy-tale retelling short stories that were both finalists in Rooglewood Press short story contests and a fantasy short story, “Queen of Mist and Fog,” available through her newsletter.
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Pumpkin Spice Pie-Jinks - Selina J. Eckert
Pumpkin Spice Pie-Jinks
Selina J. Eckert
Copyright © 2019 by Selina J. Eckert
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This 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, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. For more information, address: papercraneswriting@gmail.com.
ISBN: 978-1393300953
First e-book edition October 2019
Book design by dragonpenpress.com
Cover Image: Deposit Photos
Table of Contents
One
Interlude I
Two
Three
Four
Five
Interlude II
Six
Seven
Interlude III
Eight
Interlude IV
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Selina J. Eckert
For all those lovers of autumn, pumpkin spice, and magic.
One
Apple Bourbon Energy
I WOKE TO A TINY FIST thwacking me on the forehead.
I blinked my eyes open, the world a hazy fuzz around me, and focused on the grizzled, gray face of my resident hob, Thea, mere inches from my nose. If we stood side-by-side, she’d only reach halfway to my knee, but her personality was as big as a giant’s.
She jumped back into the haze as I sat up and reached for my glasses, then hopped down to the nightstand. I only became aware of the blaring of my alarm when she punched the snooze with her tiny, goblin-like hand.
What’s going on?
I said, shoving the blush-pink plastic frames onto my face. I blinked blearily, my vision still blurred with sleep.
You didn’t wake up,
she grumped. Again. I work all night, you know.
I know, I’m sorry,
I said through a yawn.
It was our agreement, just like a thousand hob-human contracts before ours. She cleaned my house and helped me keep the books. While I slept. At night. And in return, I gave her lodging, meals, and special pies just for her, every day I had a customer.
Honestly, without her help, the business would have sunk already. And I’d only been open for one month.
Thea nodded once, a firm gesture she used often, then hopped onto the floor and waddled to her small, cotton-candy-colored gingerbread house in the corner of my bedroom. That was the other part of our agreement: a private place to sleep. And since I was a baker, she requested a gingerbread house. She said it reminded her of home, of the sprites that used to live among the Fae in the Autumn Court. They had a huge affinity for sweets and would create and pass them out at every opportunity.
Maybe that was why we worked together so well. Well, at least when I didn’t oversleep.
Thea slammed the cookie door behind her, and I winced as a piece of white royal icing cracked and fell to the hardwood floor.
I had to get around to fixing that.
I reached over to turn off the alarm before the snooze ran out and pulled the quilt up to my pillow, careful not to disturb Nutmeg, my dilute orange tabby. She’d be up when she was ready, but like every good cat mom, I didn’t dare disturb her.
I padded to the kitchen, yawning the whole way. I was tired, but excitement bubbled in my chest. Ever since I’d quit my day job last month, I got to wake up and do my favorite thing every day: bake.
And even though my forehead still throbbed where Thea had smacked me, I was grateful to the hob. I had a bunch of orders to fill today. My online reviews said I was doing well, but I couldn’t afford to lose any business. Especially not with my first major payment on the cottage due next week.
Just thinking about it made anxiety streak my hair with strands of gray. It was a family trait, passed down through the magic in our blood. A curse, usually. Though, my dad loved that he didn’t need to guess at my mom’s mood and more than once came home with flowers or chocolate when her hair was dark blue sadness or bright red anger.
The coffee maker was already brewing a fresh pot on the counter, so I pulled my favorite mug (a gorgeous pumpkin orange affair with Basic Witch emblazoned across the front, in purple, of course) down from the rack and took pumpkin spice creamer from the fridge.
As I prepared my first cup of coffee for the day, I flipped open my day planner.
Cookie’s Café: three apple cranberry crumble with bliss
Witch’s Brew Coffee: two apple bourbon with energy
Leonardo’s: five gingersnap pumpkin with the comfort of home
That made ten pies for the day. But Cookie at the café and Jeremy from the coffee shop would want theirs by seven-thirty, which meant the delivery boy would be by to pick them up by seven.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was just now 5:32. Less than an hour and a half. I’d have to wait to shower. And dress. And brush my hair.
I set my coffee aside and threw my long blonde hair up in a messy bun. It was still streaked with gray, but the best way to make that go away was to get the orders for the day filled.
I flipped the planner closed, and a bright-yellow paper fluttered to the ground, its gold letters shining in the fluorescent light of the kitchen. Maple, my half-Fae friend from high school, had brought it by just yesterday. The mayor had announced the annual harvest festival, and this year I had a special opportunity. A chance to really put Pie-Jinks on the map.
And a chance to earn enough money that I wouldn’t have to worry about next week’s bill. I was still a thousand dollars short of the balance, and without this prize... Well, I needed this.
I picked up the flier and tilted it, reading the shimmering gold words again.
208th Annual Harvest Festival Dessert Competition
Special Judge: Prince Forrest Autumnleaf
Grand Prize: A contract to be the exclusive baker for the Autumn Court Harvest Ball
I’d been so confused when Maple had shown up at my door, ringing the