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Title: Mrs. Murray’s Hidden Treasure: A Piccadilly Street Story Book 2

Author: Emily-Jane Hills Orford

Genre: Middle Grade Fantasy

Book Blurb:

There is a hidden treasure in the grand old mansion on Piccadilly Street, in a place called London, but not the real London of English fame. There’s also a lot of mystery and a murder that’s been unsolved for decades. But it’s the treasure that captures Mary’s interest. Mary lives in this house along with her family, her Brownie friends and a ghost. When the ghost reveals her secret about the hidden treasure, there’s no stopping Mary, her Brownie friends, or her enemies from searching for this treasure. Why the intrigue? Apparently there’s a little bit of magic connected to this treasure. And so the adventure begins. Who will find the treasure first?

Excerpt:

A voice called out in a different language, a chant of sorts. It was Briddie’s voice. The bats seemed to take notice. As Briddie’s voice increased in volume, the remaining bats that continued to fly into the dining room, tumbled to the floor, or, at least to the deep pile of bats that lined the floor. Her voice changed tone and the floor shuddered. Granny held onto her chair with both hands, no longer bothering to wave one hand over her head. Mary grabbed the chair nearest her and held on, as did the others, as the floor continued to shake violently. Rosie took hold of the table’s central pedestal, wrapping her arms securely around it. The dishes rattled in Mom’s cabinets and a look of concern flashed across her face. She loved her china. Some of it was quite valuable, or so she claimed. Mary didn’t know anything about the china’s value, but she did favor a few of the pieces, especially the Limoges plates with hand painted country scenes.

Just when everything felt like it would crumble to the ground, the shaking subsided and the pile of bats vanished.

“What the…?” David was the first to notice.

“Watch your language,” Mom warned, anticipating as only mothers can