Stalking an old nemesis…
…she discovers a hidden plot.
As a deceptive advisor is snuffed out.
Penny Nicols brings her “gift” to Billington. Searching for her sister, she’s determined to stand her ground. One woman holds the keys to Penny’s link between her past and the present.
When is history better left buried?
When the Raven is the one telling the story.
Dinah, Penny’s old advocate, is struck down before her eyes.
Penny’s long-distance friend T.C. continues to help her trail the whereabouts of her long-lost sibling and solve the mystery. Musical clues and manic relationships crowd the distracted Penny as T.C. supports her from afar.
Spades, the cat, charms the suspects as Penny untangles her omens.
Dinah may be victim number one, but Penny fears the Raven is just warming up.
You’ll love the sixth book in this binge-worthy paranormal mystery series because Penny and her sleuthing sidekicks dig deep to uncover the Raven’s evil plans.
Excerpt
“You don’t have to do this,” I pleaded. My eyes crossed as I stared at the gun barrel waving in my direction. The room smelled of sweat and sneakers. Not a smell I wanted to perfume my last breaths, but I had greater concerns.
“Come on, Penny!” My
aggressor frowned with disappointment. “Don’t do this. Not to me.”
“Don’t do what?” I
asked, buying time. I saw little else that I could do. Having a gun pointed at
me wasn’t helping me problem solve. It was all I could do to stave off hyperventilation.
The stink wasn’t helping.
“Enough with the
therapy talk,” my opponent argued through heated tears. His hands flickered
with what I hoped was a bout of second-guessing. “I thought you were on my
side. You, of all people, have to understand.”
A penetrating boom
rattled the air. The stench of gunpowder overpowered the previous funk. Smoke
wafted toward me. My knees buckled, and I sank to the floor. Life didn’t
exactly flash before my eyes. Only the sweet face of Titus Church steeled me
against my present circumstance. If I died today, I’d never get to tell him how
much he meant to me. Then again, it might be safer for him if I didn’t.
Over the last ten
months, my tangles with near-death had escalated. From a fatal family scuffle
in a gift shop to the intentional vehicular murder of a new friend, death was
upping its game. In the last town, I barely escaped. My only out was to find a
pivot point between the broken heart in front of me and the Raven smudged on
his cheek.
The Raven tagged along,
like my personal dust storm of doom wherever I went. This pesky bird, also
known as the omen of death, kept me living a nomadic life. I never knew what
drew him to me. I was nothing special. That didn’t faze him. His evil schemes
sent someone to their afterlife twenty-four hours or less after he claimed
them. Just to tease me, the Raven sprinkled song clues along my path. Those had
led me to my current drama at the business end of a gun, begging for my life.
Only days before, my VW
Bus and I sputtered to the edge of Billington. One of my discoveries about
backroads travel was the lack of gas stations along the way. The bus delivered
me to safety, puffing like an asthmatic cheerleader into the Big Bill’s Truck Stop.
My cheeky black and white cat, Spades, lounged on my lap as I steered us into
pump station twenty-one with a prayer of thanksgiving on my lips.
Truck stops were my
favorite place to fill up. I could eat, shower, and pump gas all in one place.
Plus, if the town wasn’t hospitable to overnight parking, I could trek back to
the stop to sleep.
Godzilla, which I
called my beast of a home slash car, was gassed up and cleaned just in time for
a call from Titus, or T.C., as his paranormal podcast listeners knew him.
“Hey there,” I said,
feeling chipper after my deliverance from near-strandedness.
“Well, well,” Titus
chimed, echoing my good mood. “You sound cheerful today.”
“I feel it,” I
responded.
I set my phone on the
pull-down dining table and switched the call from voice to video. Titus’s
bespectacled face beamed from his side of the screen.
“You look it, too,”
Titus complimented me with a blush as our eyes met.
“Thanks,” I responded
before explaining the skin of my teeth arrival in Billington. We chatted about
nothing in particular as I drank a massive cup of ginger ale, and Titus sipped
from his mug. His nose crinkled as the string from his teabag attacked him. The
date-like call made me giddy, even if the feeling was one-sided.
“Didn’t you have pink
hair the last time we met face to face?” Titus referred to my fading hair
color.
“Yes,” I answered.
“It’s changed quite a bit since then.” My dark roots with pinkish tips teased
my clumsy self-awareness. “It’s a mess, now.”
“Not from my side of the screen.” His glasses steamed as he took another drink.
About the Author
Sarah lives in California, in a home that brings her happiness and hay fever. She loves God, loves her family, and loves freshly brewed coffee. She has a husband who cooks, a son who stop animates, a daughter who loves animals, a dog that follows her everywhere, and a turtle who scowls at her condescendingly.
Her mother raised her on Mary Higgins Clark, Diane Mott Davidson, and Remington Steele. Her grandmother shared True Crime stories with her as they plotted how to get away with the perfect murder. It's no surprise that Sarah became an award-winning spinner of suspenseful tales brimming with quirky characters. Mysteries are in her blood. Not that she could survive one of her own stories. She confesses, "I'd be snuffed out by chapter two."
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