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Burned out. Grieving. Running on empty.

Joelle has spent years holding herself together by sheer force of will—until a letter shatters everything: the official death certificate for her sister, missing for eight long years.

But Penny left behind one final request.

Following that last thread of hope, Joelle is drawn back to Cedar Grove Inn—their childhood sanctuary, tucked deep in the forests of Mullarkey Mills. The inn feels unchanged… and yet, something about it hums with quiet mystery. A peace she can’t explain. Secrets she can’t ignore.

As Joelle searches for the truth about her sister’s disappearance, she begins to uncover something far more powerful—something that will reshape her future and reveal a world she never knew existed.

Some doors don’t just open to the past… they lead somewhere entirely unexpected.

Innkeeper’s Welcome is an enchanting short prequel to Hallow Crossing, Book 2 in The Fair Folk of Mullarkey Series.

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Joelle drove along the back roads of the Pontiac Region in Quebec, trying to find the turnoff to the tiny village of Mullarkey Mills. The GPS assured her it was only a few kilometers ahead, but she couldn’t quell the rising panic in her chest—panic that made her believe she was irretrievably lost. 

That’s probably because my whole life is stretching before me in one long blind curve. 

The irony brought a small burble of hysterical laughter to her lips. 

Great. Now I’m alone in my car, on an empty road to nowhere, laughing at my own pathetic jokes.

Her phone pinged with an incoming message. And pinged again. Then it rang. She let it go to voicemail. Whatever first-world problems were unfolding at work, she would deal with them on Monday when she returned to Toronto. Her staff would manage alone meanwhile. Or not. She didn’t really care—hadn’t cared for months now.

Joelle worked as a product manager for Nayi, an activewear company based in Toronto. In the last five years, she’d established a low-end brand called Nayi Blue and placed it into major retail chains. She’d made the company a fortune which also made her indispensable. It turned out success was the perfect job-security. Joelle should have been happy with that. She had been happy. Now she was…numb. And exhausted. And probably lost.

The road ahead ended at a stop sign. Joelle looked left and right. There was nobody around for miles. She turned left. 

Her phone pinged again. And again. She ignored it and drove on. 

When she came to an old community center with peeling paint on the siding and a small park beside it, she had a flashback to her childhood. She used to swing on those swings, and could still feel the heated plastic sticking to her bare thighs as she scooted down that slide. She passed an old army tank and remembered climbing on it to pose for pictures. That meant the dépanneur—Quebec’s answer to a convenience store—was just ahead. She came to a three-way stop and to the left, there it was—Auntie Clare’s general store and pie shop.