Magic & Monsters by Annabel Chase (Starry Hollow Witches #12)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.7 MB
Annabel Chase is the author of paranormal cozy mysteries. She would love to live in a magical town like Spellbound where she can shop at Ready-to-Were for the the perfect outfit, flirt with hot angels and vampires, and buy groceries without exerting any effort.
Welcome to Starry Hollow, where spells were made to be broken.
Starry Hollow is abuzz when the famously reclusive Creature Hunter, Winston York, emerges from retirement after a rare sighting of an endangered magical creature and Ember Rose is assigned to cover the story. Florian and Aster are thrilled with this development because a new documentary by York would mean an influx of tourists to the magical seaside town. Excitement quickly turns to horror, however, when York dies during filming. What seems like an unfortunate accident starts to look more like murder to intrepid reporter Ember.
Can Ember solve the crime before the killer renders her extinct?
I moved to peer over his shoulder at the screen. “What’s it about?”
“A supernatural agent that hunts demons,” he said.
“That sounds fun.”
“Yes, and she’s a self-loathing fury.”
“Ooh, dangerous.” I perched on the edge of his desk. “And funny, too, from the sound of it.”
“She is. And she has this insane family.” He chuckled to himself. “I’m basing the grandmother on a more ill-mannered version of Hyacinth, but please don’t tell her. The comparison won’t be flattering.”
I pretended to button my lip. “I’m glad you’re having fun with it.”
He reached for my knee and tugged me closer. “You’ll never guess who inspired the fury.”
“I’m not sure I know what a fury is.” I’d have to ask Marley. She was my own personal Google, although she’d told me repeatedly that Google itself was actually my own personal Google.
His hand traveled up my thigh. “She’s smart and sexy and sassy and very powerful.”
“My kind of woman.”
“And mine.” He gazed at me with a sexy smile that made my stomach flutter.
I bent forward and brushed my lips against his. “I’ve missed you at the cottage. Marley too.”
“And I’ve missed you.” His lips lingered on mine and I enjoyed the taste of fresh strawberries. He withdrew and sighed contentedly. “I’m glad you’re here. Did Linnea’s potion work?”
“If I had any nightmares, they didn’t wake me.” Linnea had wanted to know more about the nightmares so that she could mix the right potion, but I couldn’t tell her that they started after I opened our ancestor Ivy Rose’s Book of Shadows. If I told Linnea, that increased the risk that Aunt Hyacinth would find out and the older witch was the last paranormal I wanted to know. Thankfully, the concoction seemed to do the trick without the need for details.
“Good, then I can brief you on your new assignment.”
“I have one?” The lazy part of me had hoped to skate by this week as I attempted to recover from my bouts of disrupted sleep.
“You do. A very good one, in fact. Expect a disgruntled response from Bentley.”
Uh oh. “Are you sure you don’t want to let him have the story?”
He brought my hand to his mouth and left a trail of butterfly kisses across my knuckle. “Trust me. You want this one. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Marley will be interested too.”
His fang gently pricked the skin on my hand and a small gasp escaped me. How did he manage to make that feel so erotic? I pushed the heel of my hand against his forehead.