Feeling Clucky

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  • Magical Academy
  • Sexy Librarian
  • Old Magic
  • Magical Small town
  • Social Justice
  • Interracial romance

 

Book Club Questions
  • Question: Did you spot thematic or character links to the companion novels? How might recurring magical elements or community threads deepen the reading experience across the series?
  • As with other Belvoir County books, magic is whispered about but not openly discussed. The secret seems tied to shared history or folklore.
    Question: How does the undercurrent of magic amplify the sense of community and belonging—or exclusion—in Belvoir County? Were there moments when you felt the magic was more emotional than supernatural?
  • The story blends a cozy mystery with the budding romance typical of the Belvoir County series.
    Question: Did the balance between folklore investigation and romantic development work for you? Which drove the narrative more—and which moments felt most satisfying?

Reading Order

There's an open secret everyone knows, and what does Nan Weiss have to do with it?
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Welcome to Belvoir County—where the magic runs deep, the secrets run deeper, and the roosters aren’t the only ones strutting their stuff.

Sylvie came to the Appalachian foothills chasing legends—whispers of enchanted songs, ancient spells, and a hidden power buried in Kentucky’s folkloric past. But what she finds in Belvoir County is far more than dusty archives and charming old tales.

This chicken-obsessed magical hamlet guards its secrets with feathered ferocity, and Sylvie is certain the locals are hiding something—something powerful, primal, and just out of reach. The deeper she digs, the stranger things become: bewitched chickens, cryptic warnings, and a man with eyes like storm clouds who seems to know exactly what she’s searching for… and how dangerous it is.

As magic tangles with desire, Sylvie must decide how far she’s willing to go for the truth. Because in Belvoir County, folklore isn’t just history—it’s alive. And it’s clucking wild.

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“Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he said with a smile in his voice.

He pushed through another set of doors into a dark cavernous space. He stopped, and then the lights kicked on with an audible chunk chunk chunk, until the entire space was illuminated. Row after row of industrial gray shelving in all directions.

“This way,” he said as we walked past shelving unit after shelving unit. He turned into an aisle flanked by books on both sides. Chris didn’t stop until we were where the shelves met the wall.

He let go of me.

The spines were all the same, basic putty colored leather with an embossed code on it. Without the key, I had no way of knowing what was in the bound document. I pulled the closest book off the shelf. It had that musty hadn’t been open in a long time smell. I flipped it open. Text book. It was old, not primary source old, but it could prove to be valuable to someone’s research. Only, I didn’t see how whiskey making practices of moonshine runners in the 1930s applied to me. I lay it on the shelf and pulled the book next to it. Suddenly I felt Chris’s warmth against my back.

“I’ve been thinking about that conversation we were having. Can’t really think about anything else.” His lips were warm as they caressed the edge of my ear.

I turned my head into his as he spoke. “Same, it was a good conversation,” I gasped.

“Should I tell you about the fantasies you are giving me?” The rumble in his voice sent shivers down my spine.

He dipped and ran his hand up my inner thigh making me gasp. His thumb just missed the sensitive flesh and continued to trail up the crease of my ass. I reacted instinctively. I wanted his touch. Pushing my hips back, I tilted my ass up as his thumb slid toward my back. I might have moaned.

“Shhh, you’re in a library.” His breath tickled my ear.

I wanted to moan some more as he slid his hand over my hip and across my lower belly. Yoga pants had definitely been the smart choice tonight. I never would have felt his caresses with such impact if I had been wearing jeans.

He reached up and snapped the book in my hands shut. The sound was like thunder in the silent stacks.

“We’re in a library, remember,” I scolded.

“I’m a librarian, it’s all right.”

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Publish Date: September 10, 2024 by Moon Tan Press
Book 3 of 3: Belvoir County
| 103 pages |

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