{"product_id":"clairvoyant-and-present-danger-isbn-9780425282779","title":"Clairvoyant and Present Danger","description":"\u003cb\u003eA haunting vision reveals a ghostly grave in the latest Bay Island Psychic Mystery from the author of \u003ci\u003eOccult and Battery\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhoever said that dead men tell no tales has never met Cass Donnovan...\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCass has always relied on her abilities to guide her, but after communications with a ghost land her in the middle of a murder investigation, she has to wonder if her gifts are really more a curse.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCass knows she is meant to help track down the killer--much to the chagrin of local law enforcement--when the apparition leads her to a dead body on the beach near her psychic shop, Mystical Musings. But the police are not the only ones who wish Cass would stick to reading palms. Someone is trying to scare her off, and it will take all her powers of premonition to catch the killer before Cass herself becomes the next victim...\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eOccult and Battery\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003c\/b\u003e“Family secrets, old mansions, and a growing list of murder victims—these elements and more blend together to make an intriguing as well as entertaining cozy mystery.”—\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s fast-paced, [Gregory] never misses a beat. There’s mystery mixed with just a small hint of romance and paranormal activity. It’s the perfect blend for cozy mystery fans. I’m hoping to read more in this captivating series.”—Socrates Book Review\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eDeath at First Sight\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"As breezy and salty as a gust of wind off the chilly bay waters.\"—Juliet Blackwell, \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling author of the Witchcraft Mysteries\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e \"An intriguing opening to a fun new series.\"—E. J. Copperman, national bestselling author of the Haunted Guesthouse Mysteries\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e “The future shows much success for this series! Fun, vibrant characters (as well as a sexy smolder or two for good measure) give the novel just the right tone.”--\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cb\u003eLena Gregory\u003c\/b\u003e is also the author of \u003ci\u003eDeath at First Sight\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eOccult and Battery\u003c\/i\u003e, the previous Bay Island Psychic Mysteries.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cass propped her elbow on the driftwood countertop and rested her      cheek on her hand. Only for a minute. She couldn't afford to take      a break in the middle of the day, even if the shop was empty. And      she definitely couldn't bear the thought of another nightmare. She      jerked upright. She had to stay awake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She leaned a hip against the counter, staring out the big picture      window at the front of Mystical Musings, the shop she loved so      much, had invested so much in. Daffodils had just begun to bloom      in the beds surrounding the small gravel parking lot in front of      the shop. She shoved the worries aside. Spring was here, and      business had already begun to pick up with the start of the      tourist season. There would be plenty of time to worry about her      nightmares. Later. She didn't need any more stress than she was      already under. She sighed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beast, the giant Leonberger she'd inherited from Marge Hawkins and      then again from her daughter, Ellie, barked once in agreement-or      more likely because a squirrel had scampered across the railing      along the front walkway.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Come on, boy.\" She weaved her fingers through the thick fur on      his neck, inhaled deeply, and tried to gather the energy to get      ready for her next reading. It wasn't going to work. Exhaustion,      borne from too little sleep over the past week, battered her. She      should never have agreed to keep the shop open late for a new      reading, especially at the last minute. But when the man had      called earlier, he'd sounded so desperate, and she'd been busy      with customers and hadn't wanted to lose the business, so she'd      relented. \"If I don't make coffee, I'm going to sleep through this      guy's reading.\" That would probably not make the best impression      on a new customer. \"Come on, Beast.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She shoved away from the counter and headed straight for the      coffeepot on the counter that ran along the sidewall with Beast      trotting beside her. Cass had never been prone to nightmares, yet      the past week they'd plagued her every time she had started to      doze off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She readied the coffeepot, turned it on, and pulled out the big,      velvet-covered chair from the round table in the corner of the      shop. The customer-whose name she couldn't recall-shouldn't be      there for another fifteen minutes or so. She'd just sit for a      minute or two until the coffee was ready. She folded her arms on      the table and rested her head on them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beast settled beside her, the rhythmic sound of his chewing on a      bone bringing an odd sort of comfort. He'd become her best friend      over the past months. It was hard to believe there'd ever been a      time when she'd thought of not keeping him. But he was a big dog,      and his training had been largely ignored. She'd have to give Herb      Cox a call now that the weather was warmer. Because Herb ran his      training classes outside, he didn't offer any during the winter,      and it was well past time for some kind of obedience training.      Beast was friendly enough, and had definitely been well socialized      since he was at the shop with her every day, but he didn't listen.      At all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her eyes drifted closed, Beast's gnawing keeping her grounded. If      the sound stopped, she'd have to get up and make sure he hadn't      gotten into anything. Just this week, she'd lost another chair, a      basket, and half a blanket to his chewing. The TV remote had also      gone missing, and though she couldn't prove anything, she had her      suspicions about where it had disappeared to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Slitting one eye open, she shot the big dog a wary glance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He stopped chewing long enough to tilt his head at her, tongue      lolling innocently out the side of his mouth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yeah, right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He returned to his bone, and her eye dropped closed again. It was      too heavy to keep open. She'd just rest a moment until the      coffeepot stopped. The aroma of coffee brewing filled the shop,      soothing her raw nerves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She'd worked hard to make Mystical Musings cozy and comfortable,      to create an atmosphere that would put her clients at ease. She      kept the shop meticulously clean-knickknacks free of dust,      crystals displayed neatly in baskets and cases, bath salts and      lotions arranged perfectly according to scent and purpose. Even      the various lighthouse souvenirs stood perfectly aligned on glass      shelves along one wall-her driving need for organization a      leftover effect from a time when her life had spiraled out of      control, a year when she'd lost both of her parents, one of her      patients, and had caught her ex fooling around with her best      friend. A year when too many things had been beyond her control.      Well, no longer. She'd regained control of her life, even if it      did bring somewhat of an obsession with order, and she had no      intention of giving that up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A small smile tugged at her. Warmth at the life she'd made for      herself spread through her, easing some of her tension, relaxing      the taut muscles bunching her shoulders and straining her back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A wisp of warm air whispered along the back of her neck. \"Help      me.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She jerked upright and lurched to her feet, slamming her leg      against the table. \"Ouch.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beast jumped up beside her and looked around, as if sensing her      discomfort. Or had he heard the soft plea as well?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She massaged her leg and glanced around the empty shop. Had she      fallen asleep? She didn't think so, but she must have, or the      voice from her nightmares couldn't have reached her. Right?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The tinkle of the chimes over the front door announced the arrival      of her new client. Great. He was five minutes early. She hadn't      had her coffee, she was totally freaked out, she hadn't yet put on      her robe, and her long blond hair still hung loosely around her      shoulders, instead of tied back beneath the sash she usually wore      for a reading. Oh well. No sense bothering now. At this point,      she'd be lucky to pull herself together enough to do the reading      at all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beast stood at her side, a low growl emanating from his throat.      Weird. Beast usually loved everyone; he rarely growled at      anything.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Sit.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He ignored her and crouched to spring.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She grabbed his collar before he could launch himself at her      customer. \"Beast.\" Her voice held a note of warning the big dog      wasn't used to.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He paused and tilted his head to the side, staring at her, his big      brown eyes wide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She tried to infuse some authority into her command. \"Sit.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He plopped back down with a pout. Hmmm . . . maybe there was      something to this training stuff after all. Satisfied Beast might      not knock the man over, she turned her attention to her new      client. Hopefully, this would be a nice, light read.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One look at the frown marring the man's face and the lines of      strain bracketing his mouth assured her it wouldn't be. She      sighed. \"Hello, Mr. . . . uh . . .\" Ah jeez, she'd forgotten to      look up his name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Becker.\" He met her halfway across the store and extended an      extremely large hand. \"Artie Becker. Thank you for seeing me on      such short notice,\" he said, his voice the deep, harsh rasp of a      longtime, two-pack-a-day smoker.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No problem.\" She gripped his proffered hand. A vision slammed      through her. A young woman in jeans and a dark sweater, her      features obscured by her long brown hair whipping across her face.      Cass's stomach heaved, and she ripped her hand away with a gasp.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Artie's frown deepened. \"Is everything all right?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Battling the nausea, she summoned a smile. \"Yeah . . . I . . . uh      . . .\" No way was she going to tell him she was losing her mind.      She massaged her temples. \"Sorry, bit of a headache. Would you      like some coffee?\" She silently prayed he'd accept, desperately      needing a moment to herself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His stare lingered a moment longer, but then he shrugged. \"Sure.\"      He swiped a hand over his mouth, smoothing his full      salt-and-pepper beard. \"Thanks.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Have a seat.\" She gestured toward the large, round, cloth-covered      table in the far corner of the room.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Artie eyed Beast suspiciously as he crossed the shop and pulled      out a chair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beast popped his head up and shot Cass a hopeful look. Her glare      stopped him in his tracks, and he moaned, rested his chin on his      paws, and returned to sulking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fairly confident Beast would behave, at least as long as it suited      him, she turned to pouring the coffee. Her hands shook as she set      out two foam cups, then lifted the pot from the burner.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cass didn't consider herself psychic in any traditional sense, but      her strong intuition combined with her psychiatric training and      years of experience reading patients afforded her the skills      necessary to \"read\" people with a fair amount of accuracy. Billing      herself as a medium allowed her to bring an extra measure of      comfort to her clients.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Recent events had her questioning that assessment. It seemed since      she came back to Bay Island she was a little more intuitive than      she'd originally thought. A shiver ran up her spine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She shook off thoughts better left unexamined. She'd get through      the reading then go home and take a warm bath, maybe make a small      pot of herbal tea and relax. The image of the woman from her      nightmares returned unbidden. On the other hand, maybe she'd see      if Bee and Stephanie wanted to go to the diner and grab a late      dinner . . . and coffee . . . maybe dessert.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She added milk to her cup and placed it on a tray with Artie's      coffee, a small creamer, a sugar bowl, and a few stirrers, then      set the tray on the table beside Artie. Pulling herself together,      she lifted her cup and took a seat across the table from him. \"So,      how can I help you?\" It felt weird to start a reading wearing yoga      pants and a long sweater.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Leaving his coffee untouched, Artie pulled a small tape recorder      from his shirt pocket. \"Do you mind if I tape this?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Used to the request, since people often recorded their sessions to      share with friends and family or refresh their memories about the      things she told them, she gestured for him to go ahead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He placed the recorder in the center of the table between them and      pushed the record button, then leaned forward, folding his bulky      arms on the table. \"I've been told you're a medium as well as a      psychic. Is that true?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sort of. \"If you tell me what you're looking for, I'll know better      if I can help you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The intensity in his gaze as it held hers sent goose bumps running      over her. His dark eyes seemed to bore straight through to her      very soul. \"My daughter, Kelly, is missing.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Panic gripped her throat. If his daughter was missing, and he was      in her shop having a reading instead of at the police station,      well . . . it certainly explained some of the desperation she'd      felt on the phone with him earlier. \"Do you have reason to believe      she's . . . uh . . . no longer with us?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He lifted his hands to the sides and shrugged. \"Quite frankly, I      don't know what to think. I've been to the police, but they can't      help.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An image of the woman she'd seen when she first gripped his hand      shimmered into view behind him. Cass bit back a groan at her      seemingly new ability to catch glimpses of ghosts-or something-and      squinted, trying to make the woman's features clear, but it was no      use. The image was hazy, too cloudy to offer any real detail.      \"Have you tried a private detective?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He slapped his hands against the table and surged to his feet,      sloshing coffee over the rim of her cup. \"Look, if you don't want      to help me-\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Beast growled again, but thankfully remained where he was. The      last thing she needed was him chasing another man out of the shop.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No, no.\" Cass stood and held up her hands. \"I didn't mean I      wouldn't try to help you. I just meant in addition to what you've      already been doing, you might try a private detective.\" She      grabbed a handful of paper towels, then mopped up the spill and      set her cup on the counter. Best to just get this done and over      with.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His clenched jaw worked back and forth a few times before he      settled back in the chair and folded his arms across his chest.      \"Detectives cost money. A lot more than psychics.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Letting the matter drop, she tossed the paper towels in the      garbage, grabbed a stack of white paper and a basket of colored      pencils from a shelf beneath the counter, and returned to the      table. \"Do you have a picture of your daughter?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Not a recent one.\" He dug out his wallet then slid what appeared      to be a standard school photograph across the table.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A young girl, around twelve or thirteen, stared back at Cass with      a tight smile that didn't reach her muddy brown eyes. Her dark      blond bob hung limply tucked behind her ears. A crease ran through      one corner of the photo, as if it had been folded over, and the      image had started to fade. \"How long ago was this taken?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Ten or twelve years, I suppose.\" He met her gaze and held it.      \"Give or take a few.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Years of experience in her psychiatric practice helped her keep      her expression neutral. \"So your daughter is in her early      twenties?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Twenty-five.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She massaged her right eye to keep her brow from arching up on its      own-and to cover the twitch she could feel developing. \"Okay. How      long has she been missing?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I ain't seen her in about six or seven years.\" His expression      hardened, as if daring her to pass judgment. \"But I sort of kept      tabs on her. Seems she went missing sometime between six months      and a week ago.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cass frowned. No wonder the police couldn't help this guy. \"Can      you narrow it down any?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Nope.\" He lifted a wooden stirrer from the tray and stuck it      between his teeth. He clenched his jaw, keeping his gaze on her      the whole time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was past time to get this guy out of her shop. It didn't take      any kind of psychic powers to feel the negative energy pouring off      him in waves. \"Okay, then. Why don't we get started?\" She lit a      white candle and pushed it to the side of the table, then set the      paper and pencils in front of her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Color readings tended to be calming, and her clients usually left      with a sense of peace. Hopefully, it would soothe what she      perceived as an undercurrent of violence in the big man. Maybe      that's why Beast took such an instant dislike to him. 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