No rest for the Wiccan.
WINNER: Pinnacle Book Achievement Award -- Best Paranormal Suspense
Who is murdering babies in the Baltimore/D.C. area? For Zoë Delante, police clairvoyant, things gets personal when her one-year-old niece ends up missing. Someone is using magick to control and kidnap people, and they keep finding strange scales at all the crime scenes. Armed with stronger magick and new allies, everyone’s favorite Wiccan races to unravel this mystery. But will it be enough?
"At times I was literally laughing out loud, other times sobbing, sometimes forgetting they were not friends I could reach out and help, but always throughout the entirety of this book I was engaged and eager to keep reading to the end." ~ K.L. Carter
"This book was fantastic! ...The writing was so vivid that I just wanted to wrap myself up in her world and live there forever." ~ Heather Quarnstrom
EVOLVED PUBLISHING PRESENTS a suspenseful, thrilling glance inside one woman's extraordinary connection to the elements around her, in the second of the action-packed, paranormal “Zoë Delante Thrillers” series. [DRM-Free]
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Genre: FICTION / Thrillers / Supernatural
This book is a winner of the prestigious Pinnacle Book Acheivement Award, and has sold reasonably well as the second book in the series. Read-through conversions from Book 1 to Book 2 are running about 70-75%, which is excellent. The third book in this series released late in 2019, and the fourth book is coming in 2020, as is an updated and enhanced marketing campaign.
I hate dead babies.
Murder always cut to the core, but when the victim at my feet was an infant, that just made things worse. Okay, what really made things worse was the screaming that no one at this crime scene could hear but me. I looked around at the surrounding authorities in my distraction, but they just talked, whispered, and watched me, oblivious to the mournful wailing.
Sometimes it really sucked to be so damn special.
If they could solve this without me, I wouldn’t be here; I’d still be sitting in a crappy restaurant, pissed-off at one of my two boyfriends over my other special issue. Yet here I was, everyone’s favorite Wiccan police clairvoyant—with a dead baby, and an uncomfortable police contingency team waiting for supernatural answers to a decidedly mundane human crime.
So good to be me.
Too bad sarcasm and inner wit wasn’t doing the hard work. “Pull it together, Zoë,” I whispered.
I fingered the dead leaves around the body bag. Two sizes, the medical examiner had told me years ago—body bags came in only two sizes: little and big.
“You should be glad we don’t use sheets anymore,” he had said, and today I was indeed grateful.
A long jagged line cut down the body from the hollow of the neck just above the sternum to just above the belly button. So odd, stopping there, as if someone had taken a moment in their butchery to consider that perhaps they shouldn’t mar it. I pushed the thought back for later consideration.
The innards had all been removed: heart, lungs, stomach, intestines, all the excess fluid that filled a human body, even one as small as this little girl—all of them gone. The ribs remained intact, like someone had just emptied her out. The initial imagery screamed.
Literally.
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Author review: Flavia has been great to work with. We're still perfecting some formatting issues, which she's working hard at, but the overall quality of her translations, and the speed and care with which she works, is great. Highly recommended. |
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