Reg Rawlins, professional con, has really gotten herself into a bind this time.
The fortune teller gig started as a scam, but she suddenly finds herself tangled up in the case of Warren Blake, a man who she thought was dead. It turns out he may still be alive, but in mortal peril.
Reg has always taken the quick exit, the easy way out, but running out on this racket might mean someone else’s death.
Staying in it might mean hers.
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Like paranormal mysteries? Psychics, witches, fairies, and more! Award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author P.D. Workman waves her wand to transport readers to the myth- and magic-filled small town of Black Sands for a paranormal cozy mystery to be solved by Reg Rawlins and her friends.
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Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Private Investigators4.3 stars on amazon, 340 ratings
“Very nice. I like it. And what do you do?” She made a little gesture to indicate Reg’s costume. “You read palms? Tarot?”
“A little of everything. Mostly, I talk to the dead.”
“Oh.” Sarah nodded wisely. “That’s a good gig. Have you been doing it for long?”
Reg studied the woman, not sure how honest to be. She wasn’t sure whether she should be open about being a medium or a con. Both paths seemed equally treacherous.
“I’ve always had… certain tendencies… gifts, if you like…” she said obliquely. “I’m just testing the waters now… seeing whether this is something I should pursue…”
Sarah nodded. A waitress came over and handed them menus, introducing herself and showing off a couple of rather long canine teeth when she smiled. Sarah took no note, and barely gave the menu a glance. She’d obviously been there enough times to know what she wanted.
“What’s good?” Reg asked, glancing over the offerings.
“The seafood is fresh. Other than that… burger and fries… I wouldn’t try anything too adventurous.”
“Good to know.”
After placing her order, Reg leaned back in her seat, looking Sarah over.
“How about you? Did you retire to Florida, or have you always lived here?”
“I’ve lived lots of places, dear. Florida is good for my old bones. As for retiring… maybe someday, but not yet.”
“What is it you do?”
Sarah raised her brows, as if surprised that Reg didn’t know. Was she supposed to have guessed? Did Sarah think that Bill had told her?
“Well, I’m a witch,” Sarah said, as if it should have been obvious.
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German
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Portuguese
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Translated by Rocio Pareja
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