A Clean Sweep by Sara Bourgeois (Wicked Witches of Coventry Book Book 4)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 161 Kb
A Clean Sweep : The witches of Coventry are all on edge when the crew of a famous ghost hunting show arrives in town. Coventry has been good at hiding its secrets from the world for hundreds of years, but in the deep dark corners of the web, whispers of a town full of witches and ghosts circulate among those who are true believers of the paranormal.
When it’s decided that denying them a filming permit would just make them more suspicious, Brighton is elected by the town council to be their official Coventry escort. Her job is to ensure they don’t catch any convincing evidence of the paranormal and hopefully make them so bored they decide to cut the town from their show’s schedule.
But, this is Coventry we’re talking about. When one of the film crew turns up dead at Hangman’s House after a night of paranormal investigation, Brighton is once again forced to get involved.
Oh, and Thorn’s in trouble too. He’s in hot water in more ways than one. He’ll need Brighton’s help to save his bacon from the frying pan, but will he really break her heart?
A Clean Sweep is the fourth book in the Wicked Witches of Coventry cozy mystery series.
“The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. Only after a few seconds of lying in bed wishing I could go back to sleep, I realized the pounding wasn’t in my head. It was someone pounding on my front door.
My breath caught in my throat as I thought back to Grey banging away on the garage just before dawn. The garage that now stood half-finished at the top of my driveway. Could it be him back to finish me off?
Surely that wouldn’t be the case. Meri had whipped up a spell that would let us see if it was him even if he was in a different form. I said I should go after him so he couldn’t kill anyone else.
Meri said I should not go on a cross-country trek to find a cursed shifter serial killer. He said it was too risky, and that I might reveal to the federal government that I had powers they would like to obtain for their own purposes. But at least if he came back, Grey wouldn’t be able to hide his identity from me.
The pounding on the door started again. I reached behind me to Meri’s usual sleeping spot and found him gone.
That mystery was solved seconds later when he streaked into the room and jumped on the bed. “It’s a bunch of people in baggy clothes drinking coffee and carrying filming equipment,” Meri said. “Not a serial killer. Just annoying.”
“What?” I asked and pushed myself out of bed.
I thought about getting dressed, but instead grabbed the robe I’d hung on the back of the bedroom door. After I’d tied the coral terry fabric around myself, I made my way out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the front door.”