A+ #BookReview: Stay for a Spell by Amy Coombe

A+ #BookReview: Stay for a Spell by Amy CoombeStay for a Spell by Amy Coombe
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via Edelweiss
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: cozy fantasy, fantasy, fantasy romance, romantasy
Pages: 384
Published by Ace on April 14, 2026
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A cursed princess must discover what her heart truly longs for in this charmingly cozy romantic fantasy for everyone who’s ever lost – or found – themselves in a bookshop.
Princess Tanadelle of the Widdenmar is disillusioned with life as a princess. She longs for real conversation, the chance to build a life of her own making, and uninterrupted reading time.
During a routine royal visit to the town of Little Pepperidge, Tandy’s dream comes true when she finds herself cursed to remain in a run-down bookshop until she unlocks her heart’s desire. Certain that someone will figure out how to break the curse eventually, and delighted by the prospect of an entire bookstore of her own, Tandy settles into life among the stacks. She finds it easy to exchange balls and endless state dinners for teetering piles of books and an irritatingly handsome pirate who seems bent on stealing her stock.
She even starts to believe she's stumbled into her very own happily ever after.
There's just one, minor problem: as Tandy's royal duties go unfulfilled, her frantic parents start sending princes to woo her, each one of them certain their kiss will break the curse. After all, what more could a princess want but a prince?

My Review:

There’s a saying that every cloud has a silver lining. As this story begins, Princess Tanadelle has just been cursed – which really should have been the cloud. But not for Tandy. Being cursed to be confined to a bookshop in the tiny town of Little Pepperidge wouldn’t exactly be a curse for any lifelong reader – and Tandy certainly is that.

From Tandy’s perspective, this so-called curse is the biggest silver lining she’s ever found. It’s not just that she can read to her heart’s content – something that her royal duties have NEVER permitted her to do – it’s that she can stay put and away from the endless duties that being part of the royal family of the Widdenmar obligates her to carry out.

Or rather, the endless duties that her parents, the King and Queen of the Widdenmar, and her older sister, the Crown Prince (not a typo, Prince is a gender neutral term for the heir to any throne in this world) have thrust upon her. None of her duties are onerous, and Tandy recognizes that she leads a VERY privileged life.

But Tandy is the ‘working’ royal who travels up and down the kingdom, representing the royal family in an endless round of anniversaries, dedications, etc., etc., to the point where they only times Tandy gets to come home are when the court is about to move to a different region for the upcoming season.

Her never-ending travel schedule is enough to make the READER tired just reading about it.

Tandy’s curse, as much as it inconveniences her royal parents, is an absolute delight for her. She can stay put. She can sleep in the same bed every night. She has a bit of privacy and something to actually DO every day instead of just waiting for her next appearance and pretending not to have a single opinion about anything at all because she might offend someone if she even asks a pointed question. No one would ever say she has a hard life, but it is wearing. (Or it is from Tandy’s perspective and the reader certainly catches that feeling.)

This is very much a cozy fantasy, so no one is being evil in this situation. Tandy’s parents are a bit single-minded and a bit clueless, while Tandy is an overt people-pleaser who simply doesn’t know how to say “no” and police her own boundaries.

Everybody gets a whole bunch of life lessons in this one, starting with Tandy.

The bookshop isn’t a curse, it’s really a gift in curse disguise. The curse is in the pursuit of the solution. Because to break the curse, Tandy has to discover what her heart’s desire IS and grab it. It doesn’t have to be love – and it mostly isn’t.

Which doesn’t stop her parents from sending a literal rain of princes to her shop to cure her curse with a kiss. Because that’s the way fairy tales are supposed to work. But this isn’t and it doesn’t while the town benefits GREATLY from the princes, their entourages, and all the tourists who come to see the cursed princess and all the princes.

The problem with the curse, from Tandy’s perspective, is that her whole life has been about what other people need, want, and desire. She’s never been allowed to want anything for herself. The curse and the shop that comes with it, are the first opportunity she’s ever had to live just for herself and figure out what SHE wants out of her life.

Which might just turn out to be a life on her own terms. If she can just manage to tell her well-meaning, overbearing, royal parents, “NO” for the first time in her whole, entire, duty-bound life.

Escape Rating A+: Readers will definitely want to “stay for a spell” in Tandy’s magical bookshop. This is a cozy fantasy that will go down every bit as easily as the lattes in Legends and Lattes and the tea in Tomes and Tea – even if just the idea of “turnip leaf tea” makes the reader’s mouth pucker every bit as much as it does Tandy’s.

Which does lead to the one thing I kept wondering. Tandy can’t leave the shop’s property. She can’t exit the front door, she can’t vault the fence in the back garden. But people can enter the shop – and do from her very first day. Why doesn’t she get food delivery arranged? Turnips all the time have to be getting boring even with magical cooking techniques to make them less “turnip-y”. I did wonder. Often. A lot, actually. But that wondering never stopped me from falling in love with the story and its characters. That this is the author’s DEBUT novel is amazing, turnip leaf tea and all!

Because Tandy has a steady visitor from the very beginning in the person of Sasha, a teenaged dracone who would be a goth if goths existed in this world. (In my head Sasha looks like Madame Vastra from Doctor Who, but your imaginary casting mileage may vary).

In Sasha, Tandy finds a kindred soul, someone who can spend hours lost in a good book and who needs a purpose to take herself out of herself. Tandy needs a helper and a guide, Sasha needs a safe haven in which to feel her own feelings, and their friendship is glorious for them both.

Tandy’s other visitor opens her world, as she’s not the only cursed person in town. The ‘barn pirate’, a man afraid of the sea he loves, can’t be kept out of the shop no matter how much he infuriates Tandy at every turn. But just like Sasha, the pirate treats Tandy as herself and not as Princess Tanadelle, helping to figure out who Tandy might want to be if she could choose for herself.

This story, just like Legends and Lattes (particularly Bookshops & Bonedust), Tomes & Tea (beginning with Can’t Spell Treason Without Tea) and Adenashire from its start in A Fellowship of Bakers & Magic, are all cozy fantasies that combine the building of a business with the fulfilment of a lifelong dream and just the right touch of romance into something very special.

Tandy’s curse, as expected for a cozy fantasy story, turns out to be a blessing in disguise. The charm of the story is in the way that she goes about it, not just that she doesn’t EVER sit on her hands and wait to be rescued, but that she works hard at making a new life for herself, even if it might be temporary and even if she doesn’t have a clue what she’s doing most of the time.

We simply like her, we enjoy watching her muddle through – even with the endless supply of turnips – and wish that every library and bookshop was supplied with a helpful nest of bluecaps to light the way AND help readers find the books they’re looking for.

I especially enjoyed the way that the ‘parade of princes’ was handled for how it subverted so many tropes. Tandy dreads the princes. Not because they’re evil, not because anything bad is going to happen, but for the string of disappointments. Especially the issues surrounding the last prince, which is built up to be terrible – and is, but not in any of the ways that the reader expects and it’s charmingly done.

I had a terrific time with Tandy and her bookshop in Little Pepperidge. The story gives off big cozy fantasy feels, so if you loved Legends and Lattes, Tomes & Tea, Adenashire, The Teller of Small Fortunes and its follow-up, The Keeper of Magical Things, you’re in for a real treat. (And in spite of having, admittedly, MANY of the same readalikes as yesterday’s book, Stay for a Spell and Death Meets Cute are delightfully different from each other. They may use a lot of the same settings and tropes, but they use them VERY differently. Which does not mean that they are not also readalikes for each other, because they certainly are).

I’m especially happy to be able to wrap this up with Tanadelle Courcy is NOT a Princess Anymore – and just like Violet Thistlewaite no longer being a villain, it’s the making of Violet, Tandy and this charming and cozy fantasy romance.

#BookReview: The Midnight Taxi by Yosha Gunasekera

#BookReview: The Midnight Taxi by Yosha GunasekeraThe Midnight Taxi by Yosha Gunasekera
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: crime thriller, legal thriller, mystery, suspense, thriller
Pages: 336
Published by Berkley on February 10, 2026
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When the last fare of the night turns up dead in her backseat, a Sri Lankan American taxi driver works off the clock to clear her name in this mystery novel by debut author Yosha Gunasekera.

Siriwathi Perera doesn’t quite know where she’s going in life. She never expected to be a taxicab driver in New York City, struggling to make ends meet and still living with her parents at twenty-eight. The true-crime podcasts that keep Siri company as she drives don’t do much to make up for the legal career she imagined for herself, or the brother she’s grieving.

When public defender Amaya Fernando gets into her cab, they make a quick connection through their shared Sri Lankan roots. Siri, whose social circle is limited to her grade-school best friend, Alex, thinks things might finally be looking up with this new potential friendship. But she’s suddenly dropped into her own true crime when she discovers her next passenger murdered in the backseat, and she has to call Amaya sooner than she’d expected.

Pinned as the obvious and only suspect, and desperate to clear her name, Siri chases down leads across the boroughs of New York City with Amaya’s help. But with her court date looming, they have just five days to find out who really killed the midnight passenger—or Siri’s life will be over before she can even truly live it.

My Review:

This review is being posted on Friday the 13th. Which is kind of fitting because on the night this story opens, let’s just say that if it weren’t for bad luck Siriwathi Perera wouldn’t have any luck at all. A situation that manages to get a whole lot worse before it finally turns the corner.

Siriwathi thinks she’s being observant. She also thinks she’s doing more or less okay, for variations of okay that really aren’t. Her observation skills are in about as good a condition as the rest of her life. Meaning not very.

As a late-night New York City taxi driver, one of a small percentage of female cabbies, she thinks she’s being careful, and she mostly is. At least as much as she cares to be. Because life, and her immigrant family’s well-being, financial and otherwise, has been stuck in limbo and sinking fast since her older brother died of cancer a couple of previously. Taking the family’s future along with him.

Still, she really should have paid considerably more attention when she picked her last fare of the night – and all along the way from the pickup point near the night court all the way out to JFK Airport. Because somewhere along that way whose details she doesn’t fully remember, at some point when her attention was distracted by the drive, the traffic, or the true crime podcast she was listening to, someone, somehow, reached into her locked taxicab and shoved a knife through her passenger’s heart.

The police are absolutely certain she must have done it. Siriwathi is a brown-skinned female immigrant, the victim was locked inside her cab, and that’s all they need to know. Or care to find out.

She has five days to figure out who really ‘dunnit’, with the surprisingly enthusiastic assistance of her public defender and the neverending support of her childhood bestie. Not that they have much in the way of clues, motives or even information to begin with.

That their very first clue is a real, live python does not exactly bode well for their success. But Frankie does at least represent the shape of things to come. Because clearly there’s a snake – or more than one – hidden in the grass somewhere in this mess. It’s up to Siri, Amaya and Alex to figure out who it might be before Siriwathi is condemned to life in prison for a murder that she didn’t even know had happened until it was much too late.

Escape Rating B: This ended up being a bit of a mixed feelings review. Mostly good mixed feelings, because the story has a LOT of good in it in a lot of ways. But it’s also carrying a lot of weight in its backstory and setup, and it’s trying to do a lot of things with that weight, along with telling a compelling mystery. It’s just, as I keep saying, a LOT, and jam-packed with that lot over less than 350 pages.

First – and last – this is a mystery. Siriwathi has five days to figure out who murdered her passenger or she’ll be the one doing time for it. The deck is obviously stacked against her for reasons that are all too clear to her. She’s a woman, she’s brown, she’s poor, and she’s an immigrant. As her public defender puts it, for people like Siri, it’s not the “criminal justice system” no matter what Siri thought she knew based on TV crime dramas and true crime podcasts. For people like Siri – and her lawyer Amaya – it’s the ‘criminal legal system’ and there’s no ‘justice’ to be had. Not for either of them.

Siriwathi knows she’s in trouble, and she’s scared about it and angsting over it – justifiably so. Who wouldn’t be? But from a story perspective, every time she gets caught up in that grinding angst, the story grinds to a crawl. The pacing for her angst fests breaks the flow of the mystery, which should be moving to the sound of a loudly ticking clock because her time really is running out. But the clock stops for her internal dialog, which is utterly justified but more than a bit repetitious.

The pace also slows down when Siri gets caught up in her memories, which she also does often. Admittedly they’re useful for revealing her character’s backstory and they’re not the same memory each time so not repetitious at all – even when those memories are circling around the big thing that Siri doesn’t want to get into because it will just make her angst even more. But combined with the angst-fests the mystery pace does not keep proceeding apace as it should. At least not until the 2/3rds mark when the red herrings finally school into a gigantic clue-by-four that Siri doesn’t see the full dimensions of until it’s actually too late.

Even if it does give new meaning to the old cliche about a true friend being someone who will help you hide a body.

Threaded throughout all of that, this story is also a love letter to New York City – not the parts the tourists flock to, but the REAL NYC, the places where people live and work and somehow manage to hang onto to their communities and their enclaves despite the rising prices of gentrification and the drive for the new and trendy that follows in its wake.

In the end, I wanted to find out whodunnit and how and why, because the crime itself had a kind of locked room – or at least locked taxi – fascination and I certainly liked the characters and wanted them to succeed. I just didn’t feel as outright compelled to do so as I often am in a mystery.

Based on the teaser at the end of the book, The Midnight Taxi is the first book in a mystery series wrapped around Siriwathi’s and Amaya’s investigations. A story which already looks like it will go at a faster pace now that the heavy lifting of series setup has been done. I’m looking forward to exploring more of their city – and its crimes – with them.

Grade A #AudioBookReview: Trailbreaker by Ruthie Knox and Annie Mare + #Giveaway

Grade A #AudioBookReview: Trailbreaker by Ruthie Knox and Annie Mare + #GiveawayTrailbreaker (Prairie Nightingale) by Ruthie Knox, Annie Mare
Narrator: Mia Hutchinson-Shaw
Format: audiobook, eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: paperback, ebook, audiobook
Genres: domestic thriller, mystery, suspense, thriller
Series: Prairie Nightingale #2
Pages: 299
Length: 10 hours and 3 minute
Published by Thomas & Mercer on January 27, 2026
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Suspicions that a serial killer is terrorizing a pristine tourist spot draw a single mom and budding private investigator into a twisting and deepening mystery of secrets and murder.

Single mom and newly minted private investigator Prairie Nightingale has opened the doors of her Green Bay, Wisconsin, agency and is ready for work. She and her crew aren’t quite prepared for their first client, Bernie Dubicki, a notorious online journalist and not-altogether-reliable provocateur, who claims the idyllic vacation destination of nearby Door County is home to a serial killer.

She’s pinpointed four seemingly unrelated deaths that haven’t raised suspicions for anyone else. But when a college student vanishes, Bernie’s sizable retainer convinces Prairie to help connect the dots. And trusted, flirty FBI agent Foster Rosemare thinks Bernie might be onto something. Prairie never expected her first investigation to be so big—like Dateline big—but she does have an inquiring mind and a knack for seeing things no one else can.

In this case she’ll have to look deep—not only into the secrets of strangers, but into Door County’s woods—to solve a mystery decades in the making.

My Review:

I had missed the first book in the Prairie Nightingale series, Homemaker, when it came out last year. I have to confess that I probably bounced right off that title and didn’t look more deeply. (I REALLY don’t do domestic.)

About Last Night by Ruthie KnoxBUT, then I saw this tour, and did look more closely at the authors’ names and remembered that I loved both their books (About Last Night for Knox and The Story Guy for Mare writing as Mary Ann Rivers) but hadn’t picked up on anything new in a while. So I went back and picked up Homemaker and I absolutely ADORED it.

Clearly, you can’t judge a book by either its cover OR its title – and I should know better. (Not that I can’t be tempted by an intriguing one or the other.)

Trailbreaker picks up right where Homemaker left off. Well, sorta/kinda. Because it’s been a year for them, and not nearly as productive or profitable a year as they’d hoped. Prairie, Marian, Joyce and Emma started Prairie Hawk Investigations on a high after the successful – if tragic – conclusion of the Radcliffe case in Homemaker.

But they couldn’t use that case as a way of drumming up business. The credit went to law enforcement, and Prairie agreed not to talk about her contribution. A contribution without which the case would NEVER have been solved. But that’s Prairie all over.

The Story Guy by Mary Ann RiversOnly the people who know about Prairie’s involvement well, know. Along with some people who made it their business to know. And that’s where Bernie Dubicki comes in.

Bernie, an eccentric, wealthy, resident of Door County Wisconsin, KNOWS in her gut that something is wrong in HER county. But she can’t put her finger on exactly what – and neither can the legions of fans who follow her “Back Door” online newsletter and gossip sheet.

But Bernie has money to burn and Prairie Hawk desperately needs a new, paying, client so they can clean the literal mouse poop out of their office. Bernie thinks she’s going to run the investigation and micromanage Prairie Hawk every step of the way, because she’s a steamroller with a bee in her bonnet and that’s pretty much her modus operandi for living.

So she’s not surprised that Prairie Hawk takes her case – after all, her retainer check is going to keep them afloat for months and she knows it. But she is surprised – and eventually (EVENTUALLY!) respectful – when Prairie Nightingale takes the reins. Bernie hired them for their principles. But a LOT of their principles are firmly wrapped in standing their own ground and investigating a case their own way – regardless of what the client demands.

As much as the agency needs Bernie’s money, they’re not willing to compromise themselves or their ethics for it. That ground is hard won for all of them, and they’re not ceding it to a rich woman looking for validation of her pet conspiracy theories.

Which doesn’t mean that Bernie’s wrong about most – if not all of what she’s fixated on. There is something going on – including but not limited to incompetence or rug sweeping or corruption on the part of the Door County Sheriff’s department stretching back decades.

It’s going to take Prairie Hawk Investigations and every single resource they can bring to bear – especially themselves – to unknot the tangled web of coincidences, mysterious thefts, murders ruled accidents, and missing women to get to the heart of what – or who – has gone wrong in Door County’s backwoods.

And the clock is ticking, because the last victim of whatever or whoever this is, is still missing, PRESUMED dead a year after she disappeared. Miray Küçükgenç might still be alive. But the clock is ticking and it’s getting so loud that Prairie herself can’t stop hearing it. She’s determined to bring Miray home – whatever it takes and whoever it takes down along the way.

Escape Rating A: Trailbreaker was even better than Homemaker, which is saying something because I LOVED Homemaker a whole lot. What makes this one better, IMHO, is that Homemaker was, of necessity, a whole lot of setup for the series and for Prairie’s detective agency, Prairie Hawk Investigations.

THIS story is all about their first investigation as an official team. And it’s a doozy. (It was also so damn compelling – or compulsive – that as much as I was REALLY enjoying the audiobook narrated by Mia Hutchinson-Shaw, I couldn’t stop myself from continuing each day’s listen with even more reading. In the end I read as much as I listened. The audio was TERRIFIC, but reading is FAST.)

Part of what captivated me was the way that it grounds itself in what’s gone before while still moving forward. And I’m saying that even though that means that the place where this second book starts is with that ground in a bit of a hard freeze.

Because Prairie Hawk isn’t doing all that well a year after the events in Homemaker – and for reasons that are realistic on multiple levels. It’s not just that Prairie gave away the opportunity to publicize their foundational achievement in the Radcliffe case, but that her need to solve the puzzle, provide closure for the family, and especially to accommodate law enforcement, is very much part and parcel of how women are socialized. She’s expected to step back, and she does even though she already knows she shouldn’t.

And that issue is part of what makes Prairie Hawk’s contracts so stringent when it comes to standing their own ground, because it’s hard for all of them.

Also, for the past year, Prairie has let herself get dragged back into the self-effacing and self-erasing patterns of attending to every domestic crisis in her own household and not training her ex-husband to take the times and dates and responsibilities he AGREED to at the start of the business. The constant interruptions to Prairie’s time and derailments of Prairie’s business plans and work have consumed the agency – and it’s up to her not to keep falling into that.

We understand why she does because those old roles are comfortably familiar (if not always comfortable in any other sense) in a way that being the leader of her own business is not. But she’s exasperated her colleagues to the point where Bernie’s self-motivated intervention drops like a bomb into the middle of Prairie Hawk’s “come-to-Jesus” meeting with Prairie Nightingale about the way her domestic distractions are distracting their entire enterprise.

Which, by a circuitous route, leads back to the mouse poop on the conference room table and the team’s varying, but typical for each individual, reactions to it.

Bernie Dubicki serves as the team’s wake-up call in multiple ways. First and most obvious, she has a case for them, and enough money to make them think more than twice about doing anything other than taking it.

Bernie, herself is actually the biggest drawback to the case, almost but not quite enough to outweigh the size of her bankroll. On the one hand, Bernie’s very up front with the fact that she was looking for an all-woman detective agency that would actually LISTEN to her, because law enforcement clearly is not.

OTOH, Bernie is a steamroller, which is part of why law enforcement isn’t listening to her. If she were a man, her steamroller tendencies would be seen as the strength of conviction, but in a woman it’s all chalked up to over-reacting and a need for attention. (We’ve ALL heard that one before IRL.) At the same time, there’s a clear undercurrent that Bernie knows that Prairie Hawk is desperate for a case, and figures she can steamroller them into investigating HER pet theories and following HER lead and being HER mouthpiece.

So while Bernie’s case is the making of Prairie Hawk Investigation in a lot of ways, this case also prods Bernie into a whole lot of changes of her own. Not so much the making of Bernie as the remaking of Bernie with a bit more understanding of the people around her.

But it’s the case that keeps the reader following along with Prairie, possibly trying to put a foot on an imaginary accelerator for the story every bit as much and as often as Prairie is trying to pump on an imaginary brake when her daughter is driving – after said daughter side-swiped a pedestrian in her first attempt at taking her driving test.

The case is, just as the agency and the story itself are, female-centric, female-forward and female-focused. While it’s the last victim (so far and Prairie’s hoping to keep it that way) that has Prairie’s mom-senses tingling, the whole chain of crimes is not as equal opportunity as it appears on the surface in a really terrible way. Both men and women get robbed and murdered along this criminal’s path. But the men just get killed – the women get abducted and held, somewhere, for days or weeks or in the last case nearly a year so far. All the murders get chalked up to death by misadventure or accident, this missing persons cases get labelled as ‘running away’, but in the case of the women’s murders or disappearances evidence gets outright ignored that doesn’t fit the easiest theory.

It’s up to Prairie and her team to take Bernie’s conspiracy theories and set them aside, while still investigating the individual crimes that stretch back decades, to do the coordination that law enforcement seemingly can’t or won’t. Which they do. And it’s an absolute blast to watch them work, struggle with their internal issues and team-building, and work some more.

And get the job that no one else has managed to do, done. In time to save one missing young woman, while bringing closure to a whole bunch of grieving families AND putting the guilty behind bars.

Two final notes as I close. There’s one thing that nagged at me, and I recognize that it’s very much a ‘me’ thing but still. The ending of Prairie Hawk’s case was just right. It provided the best outcome for the victims and their families, rescuing the girl who could still be rescued, closing out several missing persons cases, providing a kind of emotional restitution to families who were told their loved one had committed suicide when they’d been murdered, etc., etc., along with putting Prairie Hawk Investigations back in the black and hopefully on track.

But I missed a scene I desperately wanted, where all those law enforcement agencies who did a ton of rug sweeping got hauled onto the carpet by someone and accepted – or rejected – delivery of a righteous lecture detailing just how badly they all effed up. Because they did. (Unless, of course, Prairie Hawk’s caseload is going to get built on picking up after law enforcement’s rug sweeping and effing up and in that case never mind.) I still wanted to see that message delivered by someone, even if it had to be FBI Agent Foster Rosemare and his semi-retired intelligence agent dad.

Second, I do enjoy the understated, hesitant, step forward and back romance between Prairie and Foster Rosemare. I’m not saying they should pick up the pace because it feels right this way under their circumstances. But there’s starting to be a feeling that what’s keeping the pace so slow is at least partly the long arm of coincidence inserting interruptions and taking him out of town at critical moments. That long arm can get brittle if it gets too long and starts seeming too coincidental. It’s not there yet but it is getting there. (My two cents and your reading mileage may vary.)

All in very much all in this case, I had an excellent reading/listening time with Prairie Nightingale and Trailbreaker. I wasn’t ready to let this book end at all – no matter how much I raced to find out how it ended. Which means that I’m thrilled that the next book in the series, Believer, is coming in September. I’m already looking forward to it.

I hope I’ve teased you sufficiently that you’ll give Prairie Nightingale’s investigations a try. And if you’d like to take another metaphorical tromp through the Door County backwoods after you finish Trailbreaker, take a look at Annelise Ryan’s Monster Hunter Mysteries, starting with A Death in Door County. Just something to tide you over while, like me, you’re itching for Prairie Hawk’s next case.

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A- #BookReview: The Shop on Hidden Lane by Jayne Ann Krentz

A- #BookReview: The Shop on Hidden Lane by Jayne Ann KrentzThe Shop on Hidden Lane by Jayne Ann Krentz
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: hardcover, large print, ebook, audiobook
Genres: paranormal, romantic suspense
Pages: 336
Published by Berkley on January 6, 2026
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New York Times bestselling author Jayne Ann Krentz dives into an enthralling new romantic suspense novel filled with deeply entrenched grudges, psychic dangers, and a conspiracy that threatens not only two families but also the entire paranormal community.
The Harper and the Wells families have regarded each other with deep suspicion for four generations. The Harpers have been known to offer their psychic talents for less-than-legal purposes, and the powerful Wells clan has a reputation for playing both sides of the street. But for all the years of history and distrust between them, there is a mysterious pact binding the two. They share the responsibility for protecting a long-buried and very dangerous secret.
Sophy Harper and Luke Wells are shocked to learn that her aunt and his uncle have been sleeping together—and now they are both missing. Not only that, but the last traces of them are at the scene of a murder soaked in negative paranormal energy. Clearly, someone is willing to kill to obtain the secret their families have been charged with protecting. Despite their mutual distrust, which, as far as Sophy is concerned extends to Luke’s hellhound of a dog, they both know that the terms of the pact must be honored.
Their investigation uncovers a psychic trail leading to a bizarre desert art colony where nothing is as it seems. But Luke and Sophy are concealing a few secrets, too. By a strange twist of fate, a Harper and a Wells have no choice but to trust each other and the fierce attraction that is binding them as surely as the pact between the families.

My Review:

The little shop on Hidden Lane in tiny Mirror Lake looks like a bit of a tourist trap for those who believe in the weird reputation of the town and the surrounding area. And it kind of is, but that’s not the business that keeps the lights on. Bea Harper makes her reputation performing paranormal investigations for the people who KNOW that it’s all real because they’re part of it.

Not believe, but KNOW. Because they, or their parents or grandparents, lived within the sphere of influence and/or fallout of one or more secret government labs that were playing with technology they REALLY didn’t understand. And everyone near ground zero for the secret Bluestone labs developed a ‘little something extra’ that changed them – and their descendants.

Just like the experiments that members of the centuries old Arcane Society played around with when they discovered that they and their descendants had psychic powers – for REAL.

It’s a fascinating idea, and makes a great set-up for a long-running series that reads like it steps right alongside the X-Files or any other TV series that claims “the truth is out there”. Because in this case it absolutely is.

But Bea Harper is missing, and so is Deke Wells, her romantic partner/frenemy – it’s complicated. Bea’s niece Sophy and Deke’s nephew Luke were surprised by the discovery of that relationship because the Harpers and the Wells have been feuding since the previous century.

The society of the paranormally gifted is a small world, and the Harpers and the Wells are on opposite sides of that world in every possible way. Which clearly didn’t stop Bea and Deke from falling for each other.

And doesn’t look like it’s going to stop Sophy and Luke either. They just have to survive the mess that their feuding families have gotten them all into. All they need is a little bit of help from Luke’s ‘hellhound’ Bruce to help them win the day and close down the clandestine project that set their families at loggerheads – for good, this time. Or at least for a while.

Because Bruce has secrets of his own, and they’re going to need all the help they can get to figure THAT mess out. Hopefully soon because Bruce steals the show in The Shop on Hidden Lane and he deserves a happy and safe happy ever after of his very own – and so do all of his brothers and sisters!

Escape Rating A-: I picked this FIRST over the holidays because, as much as I’ve been looking forward to several books this first full week of the new year, the Jayneverse was the place I most wanted to dive into to start. Even when the story is set in the here and now – admittedly a here and now in which the X-Files would be both right at home and absolutely true – it has just that hint of a future beyond our wildest dreams.

The author has already dreamed that future, as this is part of long-running, multi-faceted, sometimes multifarious series that began – historically – with the Victorian Era set Arcane Society in Second Sight (written under her Amanda Quick penname), continues through the 20th and 21st centuries (written like this book as Jayne Ann Krentz) into our present in stories like White Lies, The Vanishing, and Sleep No More, then continues into the far-off, far flung future on the lost Earth colony Harmony (written as Jayne Castle) with After Dark.

The fun of this fantastic, fascinating, interconnected series is that every single book is a starting point. You don’t have to begin at the beginning – although they are ALL terrific and you will want to – and you don’t have to remember the details of everything that went before because each book gives enough background to get you stuck right in wherever and whenever you are. That being said, this book is currently a bit of a standalone, although it’s clear there are more coming, making The Shop on Hidden Lane a great place to being a new exploration of this interconnected series.

As well as brand-new situations and characters to fall utterly in love with. Of which the scene-stealing Bruce is a prime example.

At its heart – and does it ever have one – the story in The Shop on Hidden Lane combines paranormal romance with romantic suspense. The suspense part is where the multiple facets and nefarious villains come in – along with the threads of the rest of the marvelously tangled Jayneverse.

The idea that the government conducted secret experiments and then tried to cover everything up isn’t all that fictional. These particular experiments into the paranormal (most likely) are, but history tells us this sort of thing did happen, particularly in regard to the Manhattan Project in WW2 and the production of nuclear power afterwards. (If you want a REAL chill, read Then Came the Summer Snow by Trisha Pritikin about the towns that lived in the shadow of nuclear production and were continually exposed to toxic radiation out of fear that telling the locals to take some simple precautions would let the enemy know how much nuclear material was being produced – more than a decade after the war was over.)

The idea that the government didn’t keep track of everyone and especially everything after they shut the projects down after multiple disasters also doesn’t seem all that far-fetched either, which is what grounds this series in the real. (That the techbro who got caught up in this particular branch of villainy and chicanery reads a LOT like the fictional version of a real-life techbro just made the whole thing that much more plausible. Also more fun.)

So the concept feels real, which makes the action and danger feel equally plausible even though the villains are a bit on the cartoon supervillain side. Then again, cartoon supervillains play with exactly the same kind of tech so it STILL works.

I loved that Bea and Deke found THEIR HEA even though we don’t see their romance. The amount of time they’ve been (secretly) involved also helps to balance out the instalove between their respective niblings, Sophy and Luke, which happens so fast and furiously hot that even the participants acknowledge it’s awfully fast although they are both deeply committed by the end of this FOUR DAY adrenaline race.

But it works anyway. Perhaps because Bruce is both their protector AND their guardian angel. Or guardian hellhound, which honestly they need quite a bit more, considering the dangerous mess they’ve gotten themselves into.

While it’s going to be a while before I get Bruce’s story, I’ll be back in the Jayneverse, on Harmony this time, with Enter the Nightmare, coming in June (cover TBD). But I’m REALLY looking forward to Bruce’s story, because the teaser we got for THAT was fantastic, in multiple senses of the word!

A+ #BookReview: Violet Thistlewaite Is Not a Villain Anymore by Emily Krempholtz

A+ #BookReview: Violet Thistlewaite Is Not a Villain Anymore by Emily KrempholtzViolet Thistlewaite Is Not a Villain Anymore by Emily Krempholtz
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Genres: cozy fantasy, fantasy, fantasy romance, romantasy, witches
Pages: 368
Published by Ace on November 18, 2025
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A powerful plant witch and a grumpy alchemist must work together to save their quiet town from a magical plague in this debut cozy fantasy romance about starting over, redemption, and what it really means to be a good person.
Guy Shadowfade is dead, and after a lifetime as the dark sorcerer’s right-hand, Violet Thistlewaite is determined to start over—not as the fearsome Thornwitch, but as someone kind. Someone better. Someone good.
The quaint town of Dragon’s Rest, Violet decides, will be her second chance—she’ll set down roots, open a flower shop, keep her sentient (mildly homicidal) houseplant in check, and prune dark magic from the twisted boughs of her life.
Violet’s vibrant bouquets and cheerful enchantments soon charm the welcoming townsfolk, though nothing seems to impress the prickly yet dashingly handsome Nathaniel Marsh, an alchemist sharing her greenhouse. With a struggling business and his own second chance seemingly out of reach, Nathaniel has no time for flowers or frippery—and certainly none for the intriguing witch next door.
When a mysterious blight threatens every living plant in Dragon’s Rest, Violet and Nathaniel must work together through their fears, pasts, and growing feelings for one another to save their community. But with a figure from her past knocking at her door and her secrets threatening to uproot everything she’s worked so hard to grow, Violet can’t help but wonder…does a former villain truly deserve a happily-ever-after?

My Review:

Violet Thistlewaite is not a villain anymore, but there’s something inside her that still wants to be one. Or that just finds villainy easier. Or at least finds doing evil things with her prodigious magical power easier. Whichever it is, Violet is all in on being ‘good’.

The village of Dragon’s Rest has earned every drop of good that Violet can muster. Once upon a time, just a few short weeks ago, Violet was the dreaded Thornwitch, right hand minion and adopted daughter of Guy Shadowfade, the evil tyrannical wizard who rules over Dragon’s Rest, the lands that surrounded it – and pretty much anywhere else he wanted.

The Thornwitch was his favorite – and his favorite weapon – in getting those places he wanted that didn’t want him back under his dominion. The Thornwitch’s power may not have all been in her name and her signature thorns, but a lot of it was. She had power over plant growth and the soil that grew those plants. She had the power to make things grow – and she had the power to blight the land so nothing ever grew there again.

She could choke resistance with her thorns – or she could starve it into submission by turning every farmers’ field into a poisonous desert. With her at his side, resistance to Guy Shadowfade tended to be brief.

At least until she discovered that Guy had lied to her all of her life. That she hadn’t been abandoned because she was evil. That Guy had stolen her because she was powerful. So she used all that power he had coveted and nurtured – against him.

Now she’s come back to Dragon’s Rest, a village long in the shadow of Guy’s dubious protection – and power. But she’s come, not as the Thornwitch, but as Violet Thistlewaite, a woman with some magical power – but not more than many people in this world – over plants. Violet has come to open a florist’s shop in a place where people don’t have much to smile about. Because of what she once supported.

But the one person Violet can’t make smile is her landlord, alchemist-turned-apothecary Nicholas Marsh. Nicholas is certain Violet is hiding something – but then again, so is he. Mostly, he’s hiding that he’s desperately in debt after inheriting his parents’ apothecary. And he’s guilty about it because they went into that debt to let him fulfill his dream of becoming an alchemist.

His dream caused their debt – and their deaths. Leaving Nicholas determined to find a solution to the issues blighting his town – including the literal plant blight that has arisen out of nowhere just as not one, but two strangers come to town.

One he can’t stand – and one he can’t stand NOT to look at. The woman who haunts his dreams that he believes he doesn’t deserve to touch. The one person with the power to help him in his quest – and the person he knows he shouldn’t trust. But does anyway.

Because Violet Thistlewaite has power over Nicholas Marsh that she’s afraid to acknowledge. And power over plants that she’s afraid to use to its fullest measure. She’s afraid that her power might turn evil, never realizing that it already has.

Escape Rating A+: I went into this not knowing what to expect – because this is an OMG DEBUT novel – and I absolutely loved it.

It’s not quite cozy, but it is very cozy-esq or cozy-like or cozy-lite, depending on how those terms strike you. Violet’s origin story isn’t cozy at all. Although it is a bit Wicked – or at least a bit Wicked-adjacent. (The book, not the attribute. Or not just the attribute)

There’s still a cozy aspect, as Violet didn’t get involved in villainy because she’s inherently evil. She became the Thornwitch because it made her adopted daddy happy. He started beguiling her down this path when she was too young to know better – and gaslit her about how dependent she was on him every step of that thorny way.

And Violet’s actions in Dragon’s Rest, as well as Dragon’s Rest itself, are definitely cozy. The way she adopts the town and vice versa reminded me a lot of The Keeper of Magical Things, both in the setting, and in the push/pull of using magic to help the town without going overboard or over the top or over the line into the forbidden.

The relationship that develops between Nicholas and Violet struck me as similar to the romance in Wooing the Witch Queen with its big secrets and mistaken identities and definitely in the way that the secret doesn’t come out until it’s much later than it should be. Also that the inhabitants of the Witch Queen’s castle had as many secrets themselves as the residents of Dragon’s Rest and even the village itself.

A huge part of THIS story, however, is all about redemption. Violet is looking for redemption for the things she did when she followed Shadowfade. Nicholas hopes for redemption for what happened with his parents as well as the guilt he feels not just for their deaths but for his resentment over being stuck in Dragon’s Rest as a result.

That someone wants to pick up the pieces of Guy Shadowfade’s power – nature abhors a vacuum after all – isn’t the heart of this story or even Violet’s quest. It’s the way that everyone bands together to get out from under even the touch of the shadow of Guy Shadowfade, and the way it happens, which gave the story the delightful, rousing cheer of a finish that everything that came before was simply begging for.

I had a fantastic time visiting Dragon’s Rest and following Violet Thistlewaite’s determination not to be a villain anymore. If you loved any of the books mentioned above, I think you will too.

#BookReview: Six Weeks by the Sea by Paula Byrne

#BookReview: Six Weeks by the Sea by Paula ByrneSix Weeks by the Sea: A Novel by Paula Byrne
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Formats available: hardcover, ebook
Genres: historical fiction, historical romance, regency romance
Pages: 256
Published by Pegasus Books on August 5, 2025
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A vivid historical novel about Jane Austen that explores a question that has fascinated Janeites for years—Austen wrote some of the greatest love stories in existence, but did she ever fall in love?

When Jane Austen hears the news that her family is to leave their beloved country home for the city of Bath, she faints with surprise and horror. But there is one the promise of a six-week holiday by the sea while their new lodgings are being prepared. She relishes the bracing air and beautiful surroundings, takes pleasure in sea bathing, and shares laughter with her sister Cassandra and best friend Martha Lloyd.

To her joy, brother Frank arrives, fresh from naval exploits in the war against Napoleon. His friend Captain Parker seems to be making a play for Jane’s affections, but her sharp emotional intelligence tells her that something is not quite right. Meanwhile, she assists the eccentric Reverend Swete in finding a home for his bi-racial granddaughter who has arrived from the West Indies.

Jane initially takes against another visitor to the seaside resort of Sidmouth, the lawyer Samuel Rose, but as she gets to know him, a wholly different feeling begins to blossom. . . .

Written with a same wit and style that echos Austen herself, Paula Byrne expertly interweaves her deep knowledge of Austen and her world to imagine and give voice to the most romantic summer of the beloved author’s short life.

My Review:

There’s a longstanding piece of advice frequently given to writers to “write what they know.” Jane Austen, deftly, beautifully and certainly famously, wrote novels about the manners and mores of the society in which she lived. She was a keen observer of human nature, and generally a gentle and generous critic of the follies and foibles of the people in her world.

Her novels, stories that are still read two centuries later not so much because they are classics – although they are – but because they are still so very, very good and so much fun to read. The world may have changed in the intervening centuries, but human nature has not.

She knew her world, and that knowing is so much a part of her work, but her novels are not just the comedies of manners that they are often described as. They are all, each and every one, stories about love and romance where each of her protagonists finds their own happy ending.

We know that Jane herself did not – at least not according to the beliefs of her time. She never married. But did she ever fall in love? This novel, written very much in Jane Austen’s style, takes a whisper of a family story told by the Austen family after Jane’s death and spins it just the kind of story that Jane herself would have written.

Jane Austen
by Cassandra Austen
pencil and watercolour, circa 1810

The Austen family did take “six weeks by the sea” in 1801. The family, Reverend Austen, Mrs. Austen, Jane’s older sister Cassandra, and Jane herself, took a six week holiday in Sidmouth that year. The holiday, at least in this story, was a chance to meet up with Jane’s brother Frank, recently appointed a Captain in the Royal Navy.

And, in this delightful story, it’s a chance for a bit of matchmaking on all sides, as so many of Jane’s own novels explore. Jane hopes her friend Martha will make a match with Frank. Frank hopes Jane and his friend Captain Parker will come to love each other as much as he loves each of them.

One of those matches comes to fruition – much later than the period of this story. The other was never meant to be. But, at least in this story, Jane does meet her match after all. Only to follow in her sister Cassie’s footsteps – to love and to lose.

But perhaps, in fiction as it is supposed to be in life, it is, indeed, better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. At least, for a writer, for whom it provides grist and heartache for the mill of their stories.

Escape Rating B: This story, delightfully, reads like one of Jane Austen’s own works. It’s as if she wrote about her own family the same way she described the Bennets or the Darcys, the Dashwoods or the Woodhouses. Austenphiles are going to feel right at home in Jane’s world, because it reads and feels just like her.

But it is a very, well, Austenesque story in that it is also a gentle exploration of that world. There isn’t a lot of drama, there aren’t a lot of big events – and there certainly isn’t a lot of adventure and derring-do.

Instead, it reads almost like a diary of the events of those six weeks by the sea in Sidmouth. Witty and insightful portraits of the people that Jane encounters, reports of conversations between the Austen siblings, and gossip about the neighbors. There aren’t a lot of high highs, nor are there a lot of low lows. It’s a bit of a comfort read where the occasional pomposity gets quietly skewered – but under the breath and not aloud – because that wouldn’t be genteel.

Which does not mean that the mores of Jane’s society don’t get poked at – because they do. The attempt at ‘catch-match making’ between Jane and her brother’s friend Captain Parker fall apart because Jane recognizes that Parker is a homosexual. She’s perfectly understanding about his situation, but isn’t willing to give up the freedoms her father affords her for a man who can’t truly be her partner – and whose views on one of the burning issues of the day, the question of the abolition of slavery in the British colonies – are so utterly and completely opposed to her own.

However, the local gossip allows Jane to express her strong abolitionist views, as the son of one of the local landowners has brought his daughter home with him from Antigua, intending that his mixed-race child become part of the family. It’s in this part of the story that Jane finds common cause with her would-be romantic interest, as they discover that they would have that ‘marriage of true minds’ – which unfortunately ends in tragedy instead of the altar.

In the end, this story, in spite of the sad ending that is necessary to bring it back into Jane Austen’s known and documented history, is as delightful as one of the sea breezes the family enjoys that summer in Sidmouth. It reads like Austen, it feels like Austen, it brings the author herself back to life and would be a perfect read by the sea, right along with Austen’s own work.

A- #BookReview: The Shakespeare Secret by D.J. Nix

A- #BookReview: The Shakespeare Secret by D.J. NixThe Shakespeare Secret by D.J. Nix
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Genres: historical fiction, historical mystery
Pages: 328
Published by Alcove Press on July 29, 2025
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Shakespeare is a woman–three women, in fact, who hire a footloose actor as the face of their writing. When they become suspects in a plot to kill Queen Elizabeth, their secret identity is suddenly at risk–along with the queen’s life–in this imaginative historical novel for fans of Hamnet and The Tower.
Everyone knows of William Shakespeare the rakish former actor and famous playwright. But few know the three women writing every word of his sonnets and plays: Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke, a frustrated poet; Emelia Bassano, a court musician with a passion for complex stories; and Jane Daggett, a seamstress with an impressive ability to spin fantastic plots. Frustrated by the patriarchal restrictions of their sixteenth century society, they come together to write anonymously.
Soon the three women come under the scrutiny of one of the Queen’s spies, who notices their surreptitious meetings and odd behavior and suspects they are involved in an ongoing plot to kill the Queen. To help guard their secret as they face inquisition, they hire an actor named Will Shakespeare to be the face of their endeavor and divert attention.
As the plague deepens its grip on London and the Queen’s man traces their every move, the women are forced to choose between admitting what they’ve done and betraying each other to the Crown, or hiding the truth at risk of endangering the Queen herself.
The Shakespeare Secret is a thrilling feminist tale of perseverance, justice, and freedom where friendship and trust are put to the test, for fans of Tracy Chevalier and Charlie Lovett.

My Review:

It begins as a question of identity – or rather an obfuscation of identity. The question of whether Shakespeare was really Shakespeare.

A question that has been hotly debated for centuries.

There’s not a question that a man named William Shakespeare existed, that he was a player (actor) upon the Elizabethan stage, and that the events that are attributed to his life did happen to a man named William Shakespeare – however he might have signed or spelled that name.

The question has always been about whether or not the actor named William Shakespeare was the true author of the brilliant and captivating plays attributed to him. The reasons for those questions have always been cruel and elitist and classist and a whole bunch of other ‘ists’ that basically boil down to the idea that a man from the middle class with a middle class education (at best on both counts) couldn’t possibly have had the brains or the wit or more importantly the education and the background – to have written the plays published under his name.

After all, history only has his word for it – and his motives for pretending to be the author are fairly obvious.

This book takes that centuries-old question and pushes it further, well, out there. If William Shakespeare wasn’t the author, then who was – and why would they need to hide behind him so thoroughly and successfully?

In this fascinating, compelling historical novel, Shakespeare isn’t the author of his plays – he’s the front man for a group of authors who society of the time would have found even less believable – and more dangerous – than a middling player from Stratford-upon-Avon.

Mary Herbert, Emilia Bassano, and Jane Daggett each have a bone to pick with the way that female characters are written – and performed – by the entirely male theater companies that ‘grace’ the stages of Elizabeth I’s court.

Because those plays and performances are utterly cringeworthy, ruining their stories while reinforcing the prevailing stereotypes of women in their world. Stereotypes that not a one of the three women embodies at all. If anything, they are all the exact opposite – but constricted by the roles that their world places upon women no matter their class.

Mary Herbert, Countess of Pembroke, is a poet forced to hide behind editing her late brother’s work. Emilia Bassano, court musician, is a brilliant composer who is reduced to her beauty and her voice in a court where rank has its privileges – including the privilege of relegating her to the role of courtesan. Jane Daggett, the lone fictional protagonist in this proposed quadrumvirate, is a storyteller par excellence whose low position means that no one expects this illiterate seamstress to be able to piece together a good story under any circumstance – or even understand one when she sees it.

They each seek escape from the sly, spying, conniving, voracious members of the court as a terrible performance is questionably entertaining the queen. Together they hatch a plan to save their collective sanity – even if they can never own up to what they’ve done.

Jane imagines the plot of what the terrible hack-job of a play should have been. Emilia and Mary write the dialogue. Jane, the wardrobe mistress for the company of players currently onstage, volunteers to present the scene they have just written to one of the more personable but downtrodden players – the hapless Will Shakespeare – to learn if their collective imaginings might possibly be worthy of presenting before an audience.

What they’ve created, together, is the opening scene for The Taming of the Shrew. But what they’ve done, with their secret writing and clandestine meetings, is to draw the attention of the court’s spymaster. Because secret meetings, especially secret meetings with noblewomen that produce reams of even more secret documents might sow the seeds of a plot against the Queen.

And in his zeal for investigation, for seeing treason where there is merely a revolt against the natural order of literature instead of a rebellion against the crown, the Queen’s spymaster places the cabal that would be Shakespeare at hazard of not just their liberty but their very lives.

Escape Rating A-: This was absolutely fascinating – and all the more so because the germ of the original idea is rooted in an original article written by journalist Elizabeth Winkler that became the book Shakespeare Was a Woman and Other Heresies. The original article just asked the question – the one that is explored in this work of fiction. The resulting storm engendered Winkler’s book, even as the idea generated this one.

Writing is generally a lonely activity – or it certainly was in Shakespeare’s day. The image of the writer holed up in a lonely room with a drink and either a pen (or later a typewriter) is pretty much baked into the collective consciousness. We don’t expect anyone else to be in the room where THAT happens.

There are plenty of writers – even in the present day – who, when unmasked, turn out to be something or someone other than they presented themselves to be. The idea that William Shakespeare the player was not William Shakespeare the playwright has been around for centuries.

What this story does is tell that ‘what-if’ story in a way that catches the heart and mind of the reader and makes them feel like they ARE in the room where it happens. It may initially seem like the women are more of our time than their own, but Herbert and Bassano are both real historical figures and their works still exist. It’s more plausible than it initially seems.

I loved this for the way it presents a much different view, not just of the literary and cultural icon that is William Shakespeare, but a portrait of women’s lives and hopes and dreams at a time when the prevailing male perspective claimed they had none of the above. While the portrayal of the scheming, conniving and absolutely paranoid court of Elizabeth I rang true even as the story peeked behind its glittering curtain into a strong, defiant, class-breaking found sisterhood.

One last reflection; the way that The Shakespeare Secret takes a story we believe we know and pokes hard at all the ‘accepted’ truths reminds me a lot of Josephine Tey’s classic The Daughter of Time. That mystery performs the same service for an entirely different popular image – an image that has its deep and indelible roots in one of William Shakespeare’s famous plays. Whoever William Shakespeare might have been.

#BookReview: The World’s Greatest Detective and Her Just Okay Assistant by Liza Tully

#BookReview: The World’s Greatest Detective and Her Just Okay Assistant by Liza TullyThe World's Greatest Detective and Her Just Okay Assistant (A Merritt & Blunt Mystery) by Liza Tully
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Genres: cozy mystery, mystery
Series: Merritt & Blunt #1
Pages: 400
Published by Berkley on July 8, 2025
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A great detective's young assistant yearns for glory, but first they have learn to get along in this delightful feel good mystery.
Olivia Blunt doesn't want to be an assistant detective for the rest of her life. She's determined to learn everything she can from her mentor and renowned investigator, Aubrey Merritt, but the latter is no easy grader.
After weeks of fielding phone calls from parties desperate for the world-renowned detective’s help, a case comes across Olivia’s desk that just might be worthy of Merritt’s skills. On the evening of her sixty-fifth birthday party, Victoria Summersworth somehow fell over her balcony railing to her death on the rocky shore of Lake Champlain. She was a happy woman—rich, beloved, in love, and matriarch of the preeminent Summersworth family. The police have ruled it a suicide, but her daughter Haley thinks it was murder.
Merritt is ever the skeptic, but Olivia believes Haley. Plus, she’s desperate to prove her investigative skills to her aloof boss. But the Summersworth family drama is a complicated web.
Olivia realizes she might be in over her head with this whole detective thing... or she might be unravelling a mystery even bigger than the one she’d started with.

My Review:

This one grabbed me by the title. No, seriously, when I saw that title I had to see what the actual story was all about. And what a story it is!

Aubrey Merritt, at least in this 21st century setting, IS the world’s greatest detective. Whether others have held that title before her, or will afterwards, at this moment in time, she’s definitely it. Really, truly.

That she seems like the love child, or at least the book baby, of Sherlock Holmes at his most condescending and that Devil who wore Prada – with the ego and the manners to match – just adds to her reputation and makes her that much more formidable when she’s on the case.

But this isn’t actually Merritt’s story – not that we don’t get hints of what made her the irascible but effective private detective that she is today.

This is Olivia Blunt’s story. Olivia is that ‘just okay assistant’ of the title. Which is actually a step up from what Olivia believes her new boss thinks of her – and not without some justification.

Olivia, former fact-checker for an unnamed news organization, begins her first mystery with her knees knocking, already on the back foot for being one whole minute late, interviewing for her dream job as Merritt’s assistant. The interview is NOT going well – or so it seems from Olivia’s impostor syndrome tinted point of view.

But she gets the job anyway. Quite possibly because Merritt is extremely difficult to work for – putting it very, very mildly. She’s not actually mean, but she’s frequently both demanding AND demeaning. To her clients as well as to her ‘just okay’ assistant. And she goes through assistants like tissue paper – for any image of that description you care to imagine.

All of which comes into play on their first actual case together, after Merritt is hired by the grieving daughter of Victoria Summersworth, owner of a beautiful – and exclusive – resort on Vermont’s Lake Champlain.

Haley Summersworth can’t accept the way that the police have taken the easy way out of ruling her mother’s death a suicide. Her mother was happy, healthy and making plans for the future right up until the moment she died. Something about the verdict is not right. Plausible, but not right. Haley wants answers – in spite of her family’s willingness to accept the conclusion the police have come to.

What Haley doesn’t count on – and what Olivia Blunt doesn’t expect – is that a murder investigation turns over a lot of rocks in the lives of every single person even on the periphery of the case. The ugly things that crawl out from  under those rocks are going to crawl over everyone’s lives – whether they are guilty or innocent of anything at all. Nothing will ever be the same – especially their relationships.

And neither will Olivia Blunt, the just okay assistant, whose heart is a bit too open and accepting – while her eyes aren’t nearly as wide open as they need to be. This case will be just the beginning of the making of her – if she just manages to live long enough to learn from it.

Escape Rating B: At first, I thought this was a debut novel – but it’s not. The author has previously written dark thrillers under the name Elisabeth Elo and literary fiction as Elisabeth Panttaja Brink. So not a debut author, but still first in a new direction and a series.

For the first book in a series, this does a terrific job of both setting up the characters and telling the story of their first real case. I’m a bit on the fence about it being truly cozy, as the case is a sordid mess that reminds me a LOT of Moonflower Murders, possibly with a touch of Knives Out. While the relationship between Merritt and Blunt is anything but cozy or even properly master and apprentice.

What this is, however, is a traditional mystery in the vein of Agatha Christie and the Golden Age of Mystery, updated to a contemporary setting. Complete with the traditional gathering of the suspects for the big reveal at the end – along with one final twist in the tale.

An ending that has more than enough threads and layers that, while I saw some of it coming, I certainly didn’t see all of it coming until that big finish.

I’m also facepalming a bit at the series title, a Merritt and Blunt Mystery, because their names are a really big clue about their characters and their relationship. Aubrey Merritt expects her assistants to find their way because of their ‘merit’ – their ability to follow along her methods and her process with no actual teaching and very limited clues.

She’s also extremely ‘blunt’, both to her assistant and to her clients, in a way that should get her tossed out on her ear an awful lot, but mostly doesn’t because tossing a well-dressed 60-something woman out of anywhere physically is going to look bad for whoever does it. Whether Merritt deserves it or not.

The case is very much Moonflower Murders, in that it takes place on a family owned and operated resort, that there are lot of seething resentments and family rivalries lurking just under the surface, that there is a lot of money at stake, and that Olivia Blunt at least knows about as much about what she’s doing as an investigator as Susan Ryeland does.

In the end, I had a lot of fun with this one but the partnership isn’t fully baked yet. Although, by that end Aubrey Merritt seemed a bit more like Lillian Pentecost in Fortune Favors the Dead than she did The Devil Wears Prada, particularly her unwillingness to admit her own weaknesses and her testiness when those weaknesses get poked. Which leads this reader to the sense that the relationship between Merritt and Blunt has room and respect to grow into.

Finally, I have questions about the viability of Olivia’s romantic relationship back home with her fiance because that felt a bit tacked on to the story. Leaving this reader curious to see where both those relationships – and the investigations – go in later books in the series. I’m looking forward to reading them.

#Spotlight + #Excerpt: Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds by Allison Brennan

#Spotlight + #Excerpt: Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds by Allison BrennanBeach Reads and Deadly Deeds by Allison Brennan
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: cozy mystery, romantic comedy, romantic suspense
Pages: 400
Published by Mira on June 17, 2025
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In this sun-dappled mystery from New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan, a risk-averse bibliophile gets in over her head when strange notes in a book draw her into a real-life investigation.
Mia Crawford is responsible to a fault. She has to be. Between her high-demand job and taking care of her grandmother and her cats, she has little time for anything else. What time she does have, she pours into reading. Mysteries, romances, thrillers…books filled with women who are far more impulsive than she would ever dream of being. Now, forced into taking a long-overdue vacation, she finds herself on a luxurious private island where she just might have a chance to reinvent herself—for a little while, anyway. She can explore the island. Flirt shamelessly with a cute bartender. Have a vacation fling. Live like a heroine in one of her favorite novels.
Or she can curl up with a good book on the beach. Turns out reinventing yourself is easier planned than done. But when gossipy notes written in the margins of an old book turn out to be clues to the disappearance of another guest, Mia finds herself diving headfirst into a dangerous adventure. With everyone at the resort hiding secrets of their own, she’ll have to solve this real-life mystery before she becomes the next target. 

Welcome to the blog tour for Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds by Allison Brennan. I discovered the author through participation in an earlier blog tour, so I’m happy to be back again with a new book and tour. That earlier book was in her Quinn & Costa thriller series, a series I’m still eagerly following. This book is a bit different, a combination of romantic comedy, romantic suspense and cozy mystery. I hope that you’ll be as intrigued by this excerpt as I am!

Excerpt from the PROLOGUE of Beach Reads and Deadly Deeds by Allison Brennan

“Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.”
—George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

DIANA HARDEN HAD A plan, and the plan was good.

This little hiccup in her plan was merely an annoyance, not a roadblock. Sending her on a wild goose chase to St. John was childish and petty.

Ethan Valentine would pay dearly for wasting her time.

It was near dark when the water taxi returned her to St. Claire. The driver was barely more than a kid, but Diana paid him well. She’d had enough of this cloak-and-dagger bullshit, so she had the kid take her straight to Valentine’s private dock in a sheltered cove on the southwest side of the island.

“Remember,” she said, putting her fingers to her lips in the universal be quiet sign. She didn’t want Ethan to know she’d figured out his ridiculous game.

The driver nodded and grinned, and she waved him off.

Ground lights lined the wood stairs from the dock to Ethan’s house built on top of the cliff. The height dizzied her as she trudged up. The cool ocean breeze chilled her through the sheer scarf that she’d wrapped around her shoulders.

Ethan would pay first, and then she would tell him where she’d hidden the files. When she went out of her way to help someone, to give them information that would put them on top of the world, and they treated her like dog shit on their shoe? No way would she tolerate such disrespect.

The man had to be half-crazy to live like a hermit in the middle of the Caribbean. All because he’d lost in a business deal? Coming here to lick his wounds and feel sorry for himself? He should be thrilled that she had proof he’d been cheated. Instead, he’d shunned her.

If someone had told Diana ten years ago that she’d fallen head over heels for a gold-digging con artist, she would have been grateful. Sad, angry, sure—who wouldn’t be? But she would never have lost everything over it. Ethan Valentine should have been thanking her for the information that she had been willing to give to him practically for free yesterday.

Now the jerk would pay top dollar.

Diana stopped to catch her breath when she reached the top of the stairs. The view was breathtaking—the sun sinking into the ocean to her right, and the distant lights of St. John to her left. Almost as if on cue with the falling sun, several soft white LED lights flickered on, showcasing the house and garden, but darkening the jungle beyond.

Though the house was lit, she couldn’t see through the privacy screens. She adjusted the oversized bag on her shoulder, then approached the frosted glass door and rang the bell twice. The chime sounded like a bird call. When no one immediately came, she rang again. And again. Nothing. She tried the door; locked.

Frustrated and angry after her crappy wasted day on St. John, she walked around the deck. The downstairs was almost completely enclosed by glass doors. She was looking for a way inside when a voice, heavy with an accent that sounded not quite Mexican, said, “Are you looking for something?”

Diana stumbled and knocked over a chair. “Who are you?” she demanded.

Squinting, she barely made out an old man reclining on a chaise lounge on the far corner of the deck. He had brown skin and a white beard so long and thick she could barely see his face. She’d seen him at the resort, an annoying busybody. What was he doing at Ethan’s house? How long had he been watching her?

“¿Quién crees que soy? ¿No has sentido curiosidad?”

She didn’t understand Spanish.

“No one is home,” the old man said, in English this time. “Do you need help finding your way back to the resort?”

“This is Ethan Valentine’s house,” Diana said. “He said he would be here.”

“He did? Odd.”

Who was this strange man?

“When will Ethan be back? It’s important.”

“Volverá cuando vuelva. Perhaps you’d like to wait?” the man said. “It might be a day or two before he’ll come by. Or a week. A month?” He lifted his hands in the air and shrugged.

Where the hell was Ethan? At the resort? Oh, that would be just her luck.

Irritated, she said, “I’ll find him myself.”

“Very well.” The man leaned back into the chair and closed his eyes.

With an infuriated sigh, Diana traipsed along the gravel road that led to the main lodge, wishing she’d asked the kid with the water taxi to wait.

She didn’t relish the two-mile hike to the resort, especially going over this mountain. Her flip-flops crunched on the gravel. She had wasted far too much time because of Ethan Valentine. He wanted to play games? Oh, she would play. And Diana was much better at it than he was. Her price had gone up tenfold.

The narrow road was poorly lit with sporadic ground lights. She didn’t have a flashlight and her cell phone was dead, so she stayed in the middle of the path, knowing that there were sheer drops all over the place. Diana had never considered herself squeamish or afraid of the dark, but she couldn’t even see the stars because of the thick canopy of bushy leaves hanging over the road.

Rodents ran from the trees right in front of her, then scurried down the cliff. She forced herself to breathe evenly. There were no dangerous animals on the island. The rustling leaves? Probably gophers or rabbits. She started talking out loud to herself, feeling silly, but hearing her own voice calmed her fears.

She stumbled and caught herself with a vine that was hanging from one of the trees, cursing Ethan. He thought a hundred thousand was too much? How about a million, Ethan? Pay up or she’d out him. Tell everyone what he had really been doing since disappearing from the United States. She’d start with the Wall Street Journal and Variety. Then maybe Forbes or The Economist. Hell, the New York Times might be interested in the scoop. See how Ethan liked the publicity. His ridiculous behavior certainly wouldn’t help Valentine Enterprises.

She stepped into a clearing on the top of the mountain. Packed, flat earth free of rocks and bushes and lined in bright lights. Ethan’s helipad, though there was no chopper here now. That jerk. That asshole. Chalk this up to one of the many lies he’d told.

Maybe she wouldn’t sell him the documents at all. Maybe she’d sell them back to the man she’d stolen them from, and Ethan could continue to wallow in misery.

Angry but wholly determined to make these miserable men pay for the havoc they had wreaked in her life and the lives of those she cared about, she strode across the helipad.

The trees swayed in a sudden gust of wind, and a chill ran up her spine. She rubbed her arms and cursed.

Then the lights went out.

She froze in the sudden black. The jungle closed around her, and the trees groaned as if they knew something she didn’t. Rustling to the left, then to the right. “Who’s there?” she called out. “Show yourself, you prick!”

She heard the flapping of wings first. Then dozens of bats flew right at her. She screamed and dropped to the ground, her arms over her head, as the flurry of flying rodents rushed by. She could feel the air shift and change around her as they dipped so low she thought for a moment that she was prey.

Then the flapping faded into the distance, and Diana found herself huddled on the ground, filthy and sore.

“For shit’s sake, Diana!” she said out loud. “Get up.”

Determined not to let creatures of the night terrify her again, she stood, and her eyes readjusted to the dark. The lights flickered on, then went off again, but on the far side of the clearing, she spotted a wooden sign. She made her way there and came upon a forked path with two arrows. The path to the left was marked The Falls, and the path to the right went to St. Claire.

Finally! She hurried to the right, down the path toward the resort. All she could think about was stripping off her disgusting clothes and inspecting the cuts and bruises she felt all over her body.

Ten minutes later, faint music filtered up through the trees, and she thought about all her potential paydays—the conniving con artist with the super-rich, clueless boyfriend? Diana had had her pegged a mile away. Don’t try to con a con, she thought with a smile. Or maybe she’d focus on the security guy with the gambling habit? The cheater? The thief?

So many to choose from . . . and then she got an idea, as if a light bulb went bright above her head. She slowed and reached into her bag to glance through her notes, then realized she’d left the book in her room this morning. No worries. It wasn’t like she’d forget the most brilliant idea she’d had all week. After all, she was the heroine of this story—as strong and beautiful and smart as the treasure hunter in the novel she was reading. She laughed out loud. That’s what she was, a treasure hunter! Only she hunted secrets, not gold.

Secrets that turned into gold. She loved the imagery.

She picked up her pace, eager to get back to her cottage. Her feet hurt, her head pounded, and all she wanted was a large glass of wine and a long soak in the hot tub with her book.

The path wound around as she descended. Diana avoided the main lodge because she didn’t want to see anyone, especially when she looked like something the cat dragged in. Security lighting brightened the private patio of her cottage. She searched for her card key and as her hand grasped it at the bottom of her bag, she heard a voice behind her.

“Diana.”

She jumped, whirled around. Fear bubbled up in her chest until she saw who it was. Annoyed and tired, she said, “What do you want?”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m beat.”

She turned her back on her uninvited guest and started to insert her card key, but before she could open the door, she was grabbed from behind.

“Wha—” She tried to speak, but her words were cut off. Her scarf tightened around her neck. She couldn’t talk. Then she couldn’t breathe.

Her vision blurred. Grabbing at the scarf, she scratched her neck. Her knees grew weak. Her vision faded.
Scream!

No sound escaped her throat. She heard nothing except for her own pounding heart, fear wrapping itself around her like a vise.
Then, darkness.

Excerpted from BEACH READS AND DEADLY DEEDS by Allison Brennan. Copyright © 2025 by Assemble Media. Published by MIRA, an imprint of HarperCollins.

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ALLISON BRENNAN is the New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of over forty novels. She lives in Arizona with her husband, five kids and assorted pets.

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A- #BookReview: It Takes a Psychic by Jayne Castle + #Excerpt

A- #BookReview: It Takes a Psychic by Jayne Castle + #ExcerptIt Takes a Psychic (Ghost Hunters #17) by Jayne Castle
Format: eARC
Source: supplied by publisher via NetGalley
Formats available: hardcover, ebook, audiobook
Genres: action adventure romance, paranormal romance, romantic suspense, science fiction romance
Series: Harmony #17
Pages: 316
Published by Berkley on June 3, 2025
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Two unlikely allies search for the secrets of their pasts while on the run within the Alien world of Harmony in the thrilling new novel by New York Times bestselling author Jayne Castle.
Leona Griffin is at the height of her career as a para-archeologist thanks to a recent Underworld discovery. Her high profile attracts the attention of an organization of elite, secretive collectors. They want her to authenticate the artifacts that aspiring members submit as evidence to join their group. The ceremony takes place at a glittering reception where Leona is shocked to discover that one of the relics is a powerful Old-World object known as Pandora’s Box. But she’s not the only one interested in that artifact.
Oliver Rancourt, a man with a unique talent—they say you never see him coming—is also there. Leona knows she must not underestimate him. Attempting to make a discreet exit, she stumbles over the body of a waiter wearing the emblem of a dangerous cult. Before she can alert authorities, a police raid sends the reception into chaos. To avoid being arrested, Leona slips away with Oliver—a risky decision that gets her fired.
Now forced to work together, Leona and Oliver pursue an investigation that leads them to the town of Lost Creek where the locals are obsessed with a chilling legend involving a long-dead cult leader and illicit paranormal experiments. But Leona knows the real danger may be the irresistible attraction between herself and Oliver.

My Review:

Leona Griffin KNOWS she’s in the middle of a setup, she just doesn’t know what the setup is supposed to set her up FOR.

The job seemed on the up-and-up, for select definitions of up all the way around. Leona is at the height of her career as a para-archaeologist, as well as temporarily famous for rescuing herself and her colleagues from conducting and/or being part of an experiment, trapped in the mesmerizing, mysterious and above all psionically powerful section of planet Harmony’s Underworld known as the Glass House.

She assumes that the university where she works as a researcher is just using her temporary fame to get more donations. Which would work for her – even if she hates this part of the work – as Leona IS a researcher and would hopefully get some of her own research funded by at least some of those donations.

But that would be too simple. Also not nearly as distasteful, not to mention dangerous, as the actual setup she’s stuck on stage participating in.

Her talent – or at least the one that is publicly known – is her ability to determine whether an artifact is a fake or the ‘Real McCoy’, assuming that old idiom is still in use centuries in the future. However, the elite collectors’ society that strong-armed her employer into providing her services for this dog and pony show has a different agenda. They’re just testing her, hoping that she’ll miss a fake so they can embarrass her in public. Not because they know her, but because entertainment value of one sort or another is all that the hired help is there for – and that’s all she is to the rich and entitled no matter what her professional qualifications are.

While the person pulling the society’s strings has a third, nefarious reason for setting Leona up. It’s a reason that reaches back into the darkest period of Harmony’s history and hopes to repeat it. No matter how many deaths the notorious Vincent Lee Vance caused in that chaotic past.

Or how many deaths his self-appointed heir needs to cause in their here and now to achieve their insane goals. Starting with Leona Griffin’s.

Escape Rating A-: This was one of those cases of the right book at the right time. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it, even if the right time was several weeks before I could post this review. I love this series so much that I just couldn’t resist the siren song of dust bunny chortles a minute longer. And I’m not in the least bit sorry about that!

If you’ve never visited Harmony, you’ve never met a dust bunny. Which means you are really missing something special, because the native dust bunnies pretty much steal the show in every single adventure.

That’s particularly true in this latest story, as Roxy starts out by persuading Leona to rescue a bunch of caged dust bunnies in a clandestine research lab (and we all know where THAT was heading), then stealing a suspiciously specifically tuned crystal as well as a psionically powered dildo, moves on to picking up a fancy hat at a bridal store, and ends up by stealing Leona Griffin’s heart along with an entire floating fantasy amusement park thrill ride.

Dust bunnies are ALL adrenaline junkies at heart, and Roxy is no exception. Not that she can’t throw down when danger is near. Dust bunnies are predators, after all. By the time you see their second set of eyes, it’s too late for whoever has endangered them or the human they’ve decided to adopt.

And never, for a single second, think that it’s the other way around.

This particular entry in the Harmony/Ghost Hunters series, hearkens back to its immediate predecessor in this series, People in Glass Houses, where we were first introduced to the Griffin Sisters and their dangerous family secret. It also reaches way back into the connecting Arcane Society series and its Fogg Lake offshoot – back to Harmony’s literal and literary ancestors in Lightning in a Mirror.

I’ve read the whole interconnected series, both the historical/contemporary Arcane Society and the futuristic Harmony series and ALWAYS had a ball – and not just because of the dust bunnies although they certainly ‘help’. As they generally do. But I love the great interconnected, interwoven web of the whole thing. And I’ll confess that I’m not sure this one is a good entry point – especially with the web of connections linked to it.

But I DO love this whole thing and want to share it, so if you’re looking for a way in, try starting at either the first Fogg Lake story, The Vanishing, or the first Griffin Sisters story, People in Glass Houses. Be advised, once you get hooked you’ll want to read them ALL! (Speaking of sharing, there’s an excerpt below so that you can get a taste of this book!)

I know that I’ve talked more about the series as a whole than this particular entry in it, but that’s how I felt about this one. I read it because I was looking to be comfortably immersed in a world I knew and loved, even if – or especially because – I knew that the characters IN the story would have to go through some uncomfortable experiences and revelations along the way. As they did.

But the happy ever after was earned, the dust bunnies DEFINITELY got their just reward, and the latest evil was successfully vanquished. I don’t know which of her many interconnected worlds the author will be visiting next, but whichever it is, I will absolutely be there!

Excerpt from It Takes a Psychic by Jayne Castle (aka Jayne Ann Krentz)

The psi-lock was relatively simple. It had been designed to keep the dust bunnies inside, not to keep humans from opening it. She touched it with her fingertips, rezzed her senses, and unlocked the door.

The dust bunnies tumbled out. They bounced up and down in front of her-she got the feeling she was being thanked, and then all of them-including the one that had gotten her attention in the gallery and led her to the lab-dashed out the door and vanished into the dark hallway. Evidently they didn’t need her help to escape the mansion.

“Guess my work here is done,” she said under her breath.

But the discovery of the imprisoned dust bunnies put a new light on the Society. She had been well aware that the organization was one of the university’s major donors-that was why she had been sent to the gala-and she’d suspected that several of the members dabbled in the gray market. Avid collectors were obsessive by nature. They rarely went out of their way to ensure the legal provenance of valuable artifacts.

But discovering that the Society was conducting research using dust bunnies as test subjects was too much. It could not be overlooked. She would report the news to the director of the para-archaeology department when she met with him in the morning. Morton Bullinger might be willing to ignore issues of sketchy provenances, but even he could not ignore this. He would have to take the information to the university’s board of directors and they would be forced to confront the endowment fund people. There was no way the institution could continue to accept money from the Society.

She started toward the door. She was tempted to examine some of the more interesting artifacts on the workbenches, but she had taken enough risks. She could not afford to get caught inside the lab.

She changed her mind when the beam of her flashlight swept across a gracefully curved black crystal bowl in a glass case. She could feel the disturbing vibe of power in the object from across the room.

Curious, she went closer and rezzed her senses a little. The bowl was definitely Alien in origin and there was a lot of energy locked in the object. Fascinated, she put her fingertips on the lock of the glass case.

A sharp frisson of awareness sparked across her senses, rattling her already tense nerves. She was no longer alone. She whirled around, struggling to come up with a believable explanation for her obviously illicit presence in the lab. She was good at thinking on her feet but there were not a lot of options here. Something along the lines of the classic I was looking for the restroom would have to do. It was weak, but combined with her temporarily famous status and her connection to the university, it might work.

She opened her mouth to start talking very fast but she went blank when the beam of her flashlight illuminated the man in the slightly rumpled tux standing in the doorway. She recognized him immediately. She had picked him out of the crowd earlier in the evening when she realized she was being watched. Somehow she had known he was the one who had been keeping an eye on her. She had concluded that he was either undercover security or a professional antiquities thief. The one thing she had been certain of was that he was not the boring, harmless-looking collector he was pretending to be.

Oh, shit.

“Good evening, Dr. Griffin,” he said. He adjusted his black-framed glasses. “I thought I’d lost you. Are you selecting a little souvenir to take with you when you leave tonight? I don’t blame you. There are some very nice items in the Society’s collection.”

***

He thought she was a thief.

Under the circumstances, that made sense-after all, she was not supposed to be in the lab. But that left his own status unclarified. Was he a security guard, or did he plan to steal one of the artifacts himself? If she were a betting woman, she would have put her money down on the latter possibility. She was quite sure she was dealing with a professional thief. He probably saw her as competition and, maybe, a threat.

There was nothing notable about him-nothing at all-and that was precisely what had given her goose bumps. A man like this one ought not be the sort who got overlooked in a crowd, yet that was exactly what had happened out there in the ballroom. He had moved through the throng of well-dressed guests as if he were a ghost.

Not that he went completely unnoticed. On a subconscious, psychic level, people were aware of him. She had watched, intrigued, as individuals moved out of his way when they sensed his aura. A powerful energy field had that effect on others.

As far as she could tell, she was the only one who had really paid attention to him. She was pretty sure there was only one explanation for his near-invisibility-he possessed some serious talent. Yet he was going out of his way to try to conceal it. His ability to do that was even more interesting.

At one point he had cruised past her while she sipped a glass of sparkling water and pretended to admire a statue of the Society’s founder. She’d caught a glimpse of specter-cat eyes behind the lenses of the black-framed glasses and picked up the vibe of his powerful energy field. It would be very easy to underestimate this man. She would not make that mistake.


Excerpted from It Takes a Psychic by Jayne Castle Copyright © 2025 by Jayne Castle. Excerpted by permission of Berkley. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.