Never Been Hexed by Christine Zane Thomas (Witching Hour #2)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.7MB
Christine Zane Thomas is the pen name of a husband and wife team whose love of mystery and sleuths spurred the creation of their own mysterious writer alter-ego. While not writing, they can be found in northwest Florida with their two children and schnauzer, Tinker Bell.
Constance Campbell learned on her fortieth birthday that she comes from a long line of witches.
Now, struggling to learn her magic, Constance dives deeper into her family’s sordid past.
Constance vows to find the truth behind her mother’s disappearance. She’s determined to seek out the Faction, an order of witches and warlocks vying for power in the supernatural world.
But when Constance’s father shows up looking a little ghostly pale and see-through, she has other problems to solve. Like who killed him and why. And is she next on their list?
Can Constance find her father’s killer? Is her mother still alive somewhere? And can Constance save herself before either the Faction or her father’s killer put an end to her as well?
Stinging tears filled my eyes, streaming down my cheeks. At that moment, I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Those were real tears.
“You can’t be dead.”
“But I am.”
“How? And how are you a ghost?”
In any normal circumstance, I’d probably be questioning this whole scenario—I’d think it was some joke. But the crisis—the crises.
My life had taken several twisting turns since learning that I was a witch—from a long line of witches, including my grandmother and my mother. I’d found out that my mother, who I thought died in a plane crash, might not be so dead after all. She’d gone missing after starting a job for a mysterious paranormal organization known as the Faction.
Then, before I could even come into my powers, I stumbled across the body of my former boss, only to find out he was a vampire. I got dragged into his murder investigation by the local sheriff, a werewolf. A ruggedly handsome werewolf.
In the end, I’d almost been killed for those magical powers. And Brad had been taken. He was trapped somewhere in the shadow realm.
So, a ghost in my bedroom hardly seemed out of the norm. Just another night in this midlife curse.
I shuddered as new anxiety mixed with the old. My father was gone. And he was a ghost.
“That’s why I came here,” he said. “They’re going to tell you I died of natural causes. Who knows—a heart attack or something like that.”
“But it’s not true. I don’t know how I died, Constance. I heard voices. Unnatural voices.”
“I don’t know who.” His voice was so distant, an echo of what I was used to hearing. Even that started to fade. “Honey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”
I nodded encouragingly. I wanted him to spit it out. Whatever he wanted to say, we were going to figure this out… together. All of it—who killed him and how.
I had the urge to run to Gran, to see if there was any way of changing him back, although I’d seen Practical Magic enough times to know that probably wasn’t a good idea.
“Your mom,” he began, “she told me something once.” His body started fading. He whispered and it barely reached my ears. “She told me she was a witch.”
“I’m one too.”
“She was working for someone. Working on something. Trying to find something.”