Pet Psychic Mysteries Boxset Books 5-8 (Magic Market Mysteries Book 2) by Erin Johnson (reading diary .TXT) 📗

Will curled his lip. “What about lover boy?”

I rolled my eyes at him. “We…” I thought of our conversation on the dock. “We talked but didn’t make much progress. He doesn’t understand what it’s like to be a shifter, but I can hardly tell him about Ludolf.”

“Why—hic— not?” Heidi swayed slightly in her seat.

“She’s got a point—you’ve already told him everything else.”

I scoffed. “Well, for one, it puts Peter in danger.”

“Ha!” Will rolled his eyes. “Ludolf already threatened him, right?”

I gave a begrudging nod.

“Then maybe you should tell him—maybe he could help us.”

“It’s not a bad idea... if he’s still talking to me.” I sighed, my stomach already in knots at the thought of telling Peter about Ludolf and the giant mess I was in. Would he be grateful for my honesty and help? It’d be nice to have the police, or at least one of the good ones, on my side. Or would he see it as just another shifter problem... another wedge between us?

Will flashed his eyes at me.

I hugged my arms around my middle. “Fine. I’ll talk to him about it. I just need to find the right time.” I raised a brow. “And… us?”

“Look at me.” Will gestured at his crumpled lab coat, a green stain on the lapel. “I was a top surgeon here on the island, now this?”

“Were you?” I blinked innocently. “You haven’t mentioned it.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “I’m tired of living in the shadows, barely able to afford rent, patching up stupid Viktor and all Ludolf’s freaks.” Will heaved a sigh. “Plus, you’re my friend and whatever. I’m not going to let him experiment on you like a lab rat.”

I nudged him. “So sappy.”

He glared at me. “Don’t push it.”

I leaned my head on Will’s shoulder and squeezed Heidi’s hand. “Thanks, friends.”

Will toed the golden chest on the coffee table. “Well… drink up. Crossing Ludolf means we’ll probably all end up dead soon, anyway, so might as well enjoy ourselves.”

Heidi dug out three glowing vials—purple, orange, and blue—and handed one to each of us. We uncorked them and held them aloft.

“To friendship.” Heidi beamed.

“And getting justice,” I added.

“And suicide missions!” Will clinked his vial against ours, and we all threw them back. I sincerely hoped he was wrong.

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When a bride’s murdered on her wedding day, can this team catch the killer?

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Breaking Bat

A Cozy Witch Mystery

About Breaking Bat

When a bride’s murdered on her wedding day, can Jolene, Peter and Daisy catch the killer?

When former lawyer turned pet psychic, Jolene Hartgrave, is called in to consult on the case of a wedding day tragedy, she’s shocked to recognize the murdered bride as someone from her childhood.

Jolene vows to tie the knot on the case and to mend her rocky relationship with hunky cop Peter, even as she struggles to confess to him one final secret--her connection to the underground shifter mob boss.

As Peter and Jolene investigate how a girl from the seedy Night Market district came to be killed at her own wedding to the magical island’s elite, they uncover political scandals, jealous rivals and country club clashes.

Will Jolene engage justice for a fellow shifter and prove to Peter she’s trustworthy? Or will she let a killer roam free and lose the man she’s crushing on?

Breaking Bat is the sixth novel in the hilarious and enchanting Magic Market paranormal cozy mystery series. If you like talking animal sidekicks, delicious riddles, and cheeky female leads, then you’ll love Erin Johnson’s enchanting tale.

Happy reading!

1

A New Case

“Thanks for coming up here on such short notice.”

“No problemo.” I gave Peter a tight grin, even though I was mentally slapping my forehead. No problemo? Why did this man bring out the dork in me?

I snuck a look at Peter, and my smile deepened into a genuine one. Probably because he was a dork himself. We fell into step and walked through an enormous iron gate manned by two cops in blue and gold uniforms.

I tucked a wildly waving strand of hair behind my ear. The chilly Sansea Winds that swept over the island as fall set in every year were in full swing. Tall trees waved and bowed, and a pile of leaves whisked by through a stone gutter, scraping and crackling.

We wound up a brick path surrounded by lush landscaping, all the branches and ferns bobbing and thrashing in the wind. The moon shone bright enough to light our way, quick-moving clouds blowing across it, but Peter held his wand out, the tip lit, to guide our steps. That was thoughtful of him—my shoulders relaxed a little as I took that in.

On the last case we’d worked, Peter had dropped a lot of the little habits that showed he cared. I studied his face—that thinking crease lined the space between his brows, but aside from that he looked lighter than when I’d seen him last week. The bags below his eyes had cleared, and he sported the clean-shaven look again. Maybe he’d recovered from the shock of me telling him I was a shifter—or used to be, at least, before the curse took away my ability to change into an owl.

I bit my lip. I’d recently learned that mob boss of the shifters, Ludolf Caterwaul, el creep himself, had been the one responsible for the curse that left me powerless, jobless, and almost homeless. It’d had one perk though—I could now speak to all animals, which was what got me this sweet consulting gig with the police. That was, until I told