I'm pleased to welcome Misty Simon to Cozy Up With Kathy today. Misty writes the Charmed Inn Mystery series. BY HOOK OR BY BOOK is the first book in the series and was released last week. Be sure to come back on Friday when I'll post my review.
Kathy: In BY HOOK OR BY BOOK we meet Roxy Gleason, an innkeeper by trade and a bibliomancer by birth. I practice many forms of divination, why choose bibliomancy for Roxy?
MS: This idea actually came to me almost twenty years ago when I was writing a different book and researching the different kinds of Mancers. Since I love to read I thought that this particular kind of divination would be a lot of fun to play with because of the wide variety of books she’d be able to access information in.
Kathy: Roxy lives on the Susquehanna River in Central Pennsylvania where tradition is strong. Do you come from a place, or family, with strong traditions?
MS: Yes, I do, and I love it! I’m actually related to quite a few people within a twenty-mile radius around here. When we did family reunions back in the day, there were over four hundred of us. That can’t be held at a church pavilion so we’d rent a small local amusement park. Family and the fun of living in a small town fuels so much of my writing.
Kathy: Roxy's inn is all set to host a writers’ professional business weekend. Have you ever attended similar events? Did they influence this mystery?
MS: I do a bunch of larger writers’ conferences but I really wanted to be able to focus down on a smaller scale, so I chose to do the business weekend. Plus, with writers you often have a wide variety of personalities and quirks. It made for wonderful mystery fodder!
Kathy: Tell us about your series.
MS: Oh, I don’t know if you want me to talk about all my series since there are currently seven I have running! This one though is a lot of fun in that we have Roxy who is the quintessential white sheep in a family of black sheep. Being able to watch her grow in her talent as well as in her relationships while running the inn on the Susquehanna has been a blast.
Kathy: What made you decide to publish your work?
MS: I really wanted to be able to share my stories with people and my view of the world. I call myself Calgon (which I know totally ages me but I’m here for it) because I’m here to take you away. I love to make people laugh and sigh and play the game of whodunnit with me.
Kathy: Will you share any of your hobbies or interests with us?
MS: Oh I absolutely love to make positive inspirational swag from eyeglass cleaners to Sassinator bags to yetis with swords to help you with editing. It’s a huge joy for me to watch people love the little things I make to shine some light in their world.
Kathy: Do you have plans for future books either in your current series or a new series?
MS: Absolutely! This is the first of three contracted books in this series. I also have more books to write in the Sunny Side Up Mysteries, Horsing Around Mysteries, Tallie Graver Mysteries, and Magically Suspicious Mysteries. I’m scheduled out for quite some time but I love every second and every sleuth!
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BY HOOK OR BY BOOK
by Misty Simon
June 2-27, 2025 Virtual Book Tour
Synopsis:
The Charmed Inn Mysteries
Roxy Gleason, an innkeeper by trade and a bibliomancer by birth, has lived in the same small town on the Susquehanna River in Central Pennsylvania for her entire life. Tradition is strong here. Roxy understands the rules and is willing to play by them most of the time. She runs the Charmed Inn, which has been in her family for decades.
The inn is all set to host a writers’ professional business weekend that’s been planned down to the very last hand-folded napkin, and Roxy is ready for the influx of creatives. She knows she’ll have a lot of different and sometimes unusual personalities to deal with, but this is a yearly function, so she’s not expecting anything to go awry.
Her expectations are completely tanked when she finds a dead body on her daily walk by the river’s shore. Owen Schultz had checked in for the conference a few hours ago, and she’d last seen him having tea with her aunt in the dining room.
How did he get down here on the ferry, and who killed him?
Fans of Lucy Score, Melissa F. Miller, Dianne Harman, Lynn Cahoon, Deany Ray, Kathi Daley, and Merryn Allingham will enjoy Misty Simon.
Book Details:
Genre: Rom Cozy (Paranormal Cozy mystery with Romantic elements)
Published by: Rowan Prose Publishing
Publication Date: June 3, 2025
Number of Pages: 300
ASIN: B0D98KM21B
Series: The Charmed Inn Mysteries, Book 1
Book Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | BookBub | Goodreads
Books 2 & 3 of The Charmed Inn Mysteries are due out later this year:
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Read an excerpt:
Chapter 1
They called him Cheezy Rider—and with good cause.
I stood at the wide front window of the Charmed Inn with a cup of coffee in hand. I watched my great uncle toddling around the corner onto Chestnut Street, pedaling steadily on his old Beach Comber. The picture he made was something to behold. His bright orange vest perfectly matched the small caution flag waving from a tall pole attached to the back of the bike. His silver bullet helmet matched his thinning silver hair peeking out from underneath. But nothing matched his teal and red-flowered Hawaiian shirt.
His legs, covered in khakis, pumped away as he came up the block waving to anyone who happened to be on the short street in our small town on the shore of the Susquehanna River. The bicycle had a big wire basket on the front that he filled with a box of donuts from Delilah’s Donuts every day, a place that had been in the same family for seventy-five years, like so many other businesses here. Those donuts were heading right for my work and then right to my hips. But I had never said no to pastry, and I wasn’t going to start today. In fact, I needed the pick-me-up. Things were busy at the inn, with everyone checking in for the writers’ extended working weekend, and sugar was always welcome. The staff wouldn’t say no, either.
“I’m going to take a break,” I said to my Aunt Hellen as I passed her in the hallway leading to the dining room. She was technically my great aunt, and she could keep things moving for a few minutes while I stepped out into the beautiful April afternoon sunshine. What I really wanted to say was that I was trying not to break, but that wouldn’t be good for business. It had been one heck of a morning already, and I needed a moment to collect myself in the downtime before the festivities really began. Donuts were a great distraction, even if my erstwhile uncle did bring them every day.
“All righty, Ms. Mighty!” Aunt Hellen yelled back. This highly respected tasseomancer and seance-leader had a set of lungs that should never be allowed near a microphone. “I just finished having tea with Owen, so I’m free if you want to go on your walk, too. His phone rang in the middle of our tea, and it must have been important because he hightailed it out the door after making an excuse.” She situated herself behind the desk and placed her hands on the computer screen like it might fly away if she didn’t keep it locked down. “Hey, one thing before you go.”
I held steady, waiting for the inevitable question. My life seemed to be filled with questions.
“What kind of afternoon do you think we’re going to have? Should I restock the printer?”
Showing my teeth in what should have been a smile, I flipped open the book I held in my other hand, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all. Why, oh why, did I have to have this particular book with me? And why was my aunt always trying to force me to use my “gift”? I had no real power to do anything, just predict the future or get guidance from the text. Sometimes it was right, sometimes not. Either way, it was not high-powered magic in the least.
While poking my finger at the text, I said, “No need to stock the printer, but be prepared to deal with many irritations.” There’s nothing like trying to give a vague answer to a mundane question when the page you opened to was a spicy-hot scene between the hero and heroine in a recently released romance novel.
“I could have told you that. You have to try harder if you want to own your power, Roxanne Gleason. This is not a game.” Peering at me over her bifocals, she twitched the classic “Mom finger” in my general direction and then tsked.
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, but only because I knew it wouldn’t do me any good. It would probably get me a lecture, and I didn’t have time for that today. Plus, those donuts were calling my name.
“Yes, Aunt Hellen. Sorry, Aunt Hellen.”
“Cheeky,” she said under her breath, but I still heard it and smiled.
“Is Owen’s nephew here yet?”
“No, Owen said he had to back out at the last minute, so we have a free room if we need it.”
I sighed because as much as I liked Andrew, that was one less eccentric I’d have to deal with. Owen was a character all on his own, but he knew when to rein it in, Andrew not so much. Plus, his room would still get paid for even if he wasn’t going to use it.
“Okay, thanks for letting me know. Keep an eye out for Paddy McGruver,” I said. “He hasn’t checked in yet, and sometimes he likes to come in the back door to avoid what he assumes are the paparazzi.”
“Oh my, Paddy’s coming in today? Will he be here all four days?” Aunt Hellen smoothed down the front of her shirt over what she jokingly called her shelf since it pretty much caught any crumbs she dropped while eating. She then pulled her peach cardigan closed over her stomach.
“Yes, and yes. Try to keep your hands to yourself this time. You read tea leaves, not rumps. No one is falling for that I’m-a-rumpologist-bit, no matter how hard you try to sell it.”
With that, I walked out the door and left her to primp and prime herself for one of the more problematic creatives who was going to be here for four whole days. Well, not quite four, since it was more like seventy-two total hours from check-in to check-out. But who was counting?
With ten of the writers showcasing their intelligence and posturing over who had the best book and which classes were not to be missed, it would be enough time for me to need a vacation afterward.
The hotel hosted this event every year, but this was my first as the owner of this fine establishment. I had been told to give myself the seven days following the event to only host boring people, so I could rest, relax, and restore my faith in down-to-earth people. I had taken the advice since it had come from the previous owner, my grandfather. We would have guests checking in on Sunday after everyone left, but there wouldn’t be a pen and paper or laptop in sight as far as the guest list went. I had made sure of it.
Uncle Vince was racking his bike at the side of the building and removing his helmet when I stepped out onto the wide veranda that encircled the inn. I looked forward to his visits and had for all the years he’d been in my life. I wasn’t sure exactly how far away on my dad’s family tree he was, just that he was there and always had been.
He was like a beacon in the middle of the day, everyone stopping as they strolled along the sidewalks to say hi and ask about his health. It kept him busy until I could reach him, which worked in my favor. As long as he didn’t give away any of my donuts.
“I see you got two boxes this time,” I said as I approached the old man in his loud get-up.
“Roxy, my love, my dove, how are we on this fine afternoon?” His smile was far cheekier than anything I had ever sported, and I immediately wondered what he was up to. It was almost never good. Or rather, it usually was good for someone but almost never good for me.
“What are you hiding?”
He slapped his hand to his chest and feigned hurt. “I would never -”
“You do. Always,” I shot back, but a smile was trying to come out on my lips that I did not want to give in to. If I indulged him, he always had to see exactly how far he could take it.
“I’m offended.”
“Only because I’m catching you before you can even begin. Hand over the donuts, and I might be able to see my way to just watching for any missteps instead of thwarting you before you even get started.”
At first, he looked defeated, but I knew for a fact that was a lie. He’d just figure out a different way to get around me. It was a game he liked to play, and since he was an uncle and someone who had watched over me since I was a toddler, I knew, and so did he, that I had a weak spot for him and his antics. As long as they didn’t hurt anyone.
Sure enough, that smile popped back out on his face. As I knew it would.
“I saw you in my scrying bowl this morning.”
Ack, that was the last thing I wanted him to say. I would have preferred almost anything else, even the practical jokes he sometimes liked to indulge in. He wasn’t very good at them, but I laughed, even if it was just a big fake spider on my porch. His visions were some of my biggest fears, though. Or it might be better to say his visions had brought about many of my stumbles in life.
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Excerpt from By Hook or By Book by Misty Simon. Copyright 2025 by Misty Simon. Reproduced with permission from Misty Simon. All rights reserved.
Author Bio:
Misty Simon always wanted to be a storyteller…preferably behind a Muppet. Animal was number one, followed closely by Sherlock Hemlock… Since that dream didn’t come true, she began writing stories to share her world with readers, one laugh at a time.
Touching people’s hearts and funny bones are two of her favorite things, and she hopes everyone at least snickers in the right places when reading her books. She lives with her husband in Central Pennsylvania where she is hard at work on her next novel or three. She loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at misty@mistysimon.com.
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