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Plot and Bothered
Wedding bells are ringing at Nevermore Bookshop!
Mina, Heathcliff, Morrie, and Quoth are tying the knot in an extravagant ceremony. But when someone sabotages the decorations and Heathcliff receives a threatening note, they realise that a saboteur in the village doesn’t want them to have their happily-ever-after.
Their wedding misadventures turn deadly when the wedding saboteur murders the celebrant.
Add in a duck-napping, disastrous dance lessons, absent book reviewers, Mina’s mother’s newest business venture, and visits from old friends…and enemies, and Mina has a matrimonial catastrophe on her hands. Will she make it down the aisle to marry her fictional men, or does someone intend the wedding toast to be, “eat, drink, and be murdered?”
Plot and Bothered
Plot and Bothered
Cozy Pairings
Speakeasy is a rich and layered fragrance that opens with warm spice and soft smoke, blending cardamom, incense, and pimento berry. At its heart, notes of saffron, plum blossom, and tobacco leaves create a deep and slightly sweet warmth, while hints of licorice add a subtle intrigue. The scent settles into a smooth, lingering base of palo santo, patchouli, vanilla, and dark chocolate, bringing a soft sweetness to its darker edges. Complex and atmospheric, this fragrance feels warm, enveloping, and quietly captivating.
Why we chose this: A cursed bookshop is bringing fictional villains to life, Heathcliff is grumpy and tattooed and six feet four, Moriarty is sophisticated and evasive, and somehow Mina is both the prime suspect in a murder and the only one who can solve it. From banned book clubs turning murderous to Shakespeare festivals gone deadly to a writers' retreat where someone ends up killed by their own pen, the mysteries never stop coming and neither does the chemistry. Speakeasy is the candle for every book in this series, rich with smoky cardamom and dark chocolate and the deep warmth of palo santo and vanilla, a scent as layered and atmospheric as Nevermore itself. Light this candle and let the complex, slightly forbidden warmth fill the room like a bookshop where the stories have decided they are no longer content to stay on the shelves.