A Catastrophic Theft by P.D. Workman

A Paranormal & Cat Cozy Mystery

Sarah's emerald necklace has disappeared, and Reg is the prime suspect

A catastrophic theft

It was a cat-astrophy

Reg has been able to set up a respectable, if somewhat unconventional business providing psychic services in Black Sands, and is starting to feel like she could actually settle down there long-term. 

But her relationship with Sarah, who has been her loyal friend and protector since she arrived becomes strained when Sarah’s precious emerald necklace disappears. 

There is no shortage of suspects, with Reg herself at the front of the line. 

Friends and felines pitch in to solve the mystery, but in the end it is up to Reg and her cat Starlight to ferret out the truth. 

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Cozy / Cats & Dogs

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Women Sleuths

Language: English

Keywords: cozy mystery, paranormal mystery and adventure, paranormal cozy mystery, urban fantasy, pet cozy mystery, female sleuth, small town mystery, witches and warlocks

Word Count: 71000

Sales info:

4.5 stars, over 100 reviews


Sample text:

“Even after all the times he’s assisted with investigations in the past… I’m not sure he could resist the pull of a powerful object like the knife.”

“He’d be risking never being able to do any other work for you. Would he take that chance? When you’ve provided him with other artifacts as compensation before?”

“Could he delay immediate gratification for something he might get in the future? I don’t know. He doesn’t have the best record for demonstrating willpower.”

There was a knot in Reg’s stomach. She tried to breathe through it. Jessup didn’t know of Reg’s latest conflict with Corvin, but she knew that Corvin had previously stolen Reg’s powers. He had returned them to her, something unheard of, in order to save Reg and himself from Hawthorne-Rose, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want them back again. In fact, he seemed quite determined to possess them once more.

“No,” Reg agreed, “willpower is not high on Corvin’s list of virtues.”

“At the moment I have no way of proving that Corvin has the knife, or that his club does, or whether I’m just chasing my tail here and it’s someone else altogether. So I wondered… if you could put me on the right track.”

Reg nodded. “Yeah, I’d be happy to help.”

She stared for a minute into her cup, at the tea leaves swirling in the bottom. It wouldn’t be hard for her to locate the knife. She had located lost objects that she had no connection to in the past. The knife had drawn her blood, so she had a strong physical connection with it. She closed her eyes to focus, which didn’t give her a headache like rolling her eyes back in her head. Jessup didn’t need a show like less sophisticated clients. 


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