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Retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake has left the paranormal world behind after the death of her partner in the line of duty. Along with her job investigating crime and murder. With her Hades Guardian mastiff, Benjamin, and raven pair for company, she moves her entire life across the continent to escape not only the loss but her oppressive and powerful family. But someone like George isn't meant for a nice, quiet retreat to the normal human world. The biggest problem?

With renovations of the new annex to Petunia's in full swing, Fiona's life might be more in order, but her habit of digging into criminal cases hasn't changed one bit. Doesn't help when her mother is on the suspect list, the death of a famous cooking show judge leading Fee into the dark side of bake offs, television, and murder.

I skipped around a small stack of pylons while my deputy cousin unloaded more of the same from the back of the sheriff's pickup. I beamed at Robert Carlisle, not because I adored him. Quite the opposite. I couldn't stand the wretched little piece of loathing with his seventies-esque bush of a black mustache or his pompous superiority. No, I grinned and waved out of sheer delight at his less than enthusiastic expression as he grunted his way through hefting a rather heavy looking barricade onto the sidewalk.

I sipped carefully at the mimosa the bartender smilingly handed me and shrugged off the sweetness. It had alcohol in it, so I guess it would do. A few of these and I might even find a way to enjoy myself tonight. Yeah, right. Fiona Fleming would rather be home, at her bed and breakfast with her pug Petunia snuggled up to her while everyone else celebrates Valentine's Day without her, thank you very much. Instead, she's been recruited to attend another of Mayor Olivia Walker's Reading, Vermont tourism promotion events.

Now chief of the Whitewitch Island police department, if temporarily, Georgia is called on to intervene when a disturbance has her investigating at The Acropolis Hotel. Accusations fly about a missing girl her mother claims is dead, while the owner's nephew makes it clear he doesn't respect Georgia's authority or anyone else's for that matter. But when one of their number turns up dead alongside an older death that looks far too similar to be a coincidence, Georgia and Benny fall down a deep, dark rabbit hole of lies, deceit, double-crossing and homicide, among other criminal activities.

When retired Guild Artemis Inquisitor Georgia Drake's past comes back to haunt her, resulting in the disappearance of her mastiff, Benjamin, her choice to go after him is complicated by a murder that entangles her in local politics. Under scrutiny from an elite team, her magic blocked and with Harriet Quin asking for help, Georgia has to make a tough decision—throw caution to the wind and go after Benny or trust that he knows what he's doing . . .

Georgia is forced to balance her mother's first visit with a murder investigation when a body is discovered at the ruin of the island's old lighthouse. Things are not as they seem, her friend Olive Henry's nightmares seemingly tied to a mysterious magic she can't seem to uncover. But when the past comes back to haunt them all, Georgia is forced to admit certain truths while dealing with the real reason the victim fell prey to homicide—before the death is the end of everything.

When Georgia agreed to join her young neighbor, Holly Henry, as background for a pro photo shoot, she wasn't expecting to have to trade her glamorous dress for a pair of gloves when one of the crew on the set dies during the session. With the victim's nasty personality creating multiple suspects, Georgia discovers beautiful photos can hide ugly secrets.

Georgia never intended to poke her nose into Sam Spencer's personal affairs, even if the attraction is mutual despite his reluctance to admit it. She even accepts a date with someone else to prove it. But when she's witness to the death of Sam's old partner, she uncovers things from her handyman's past he came home to Whitewitch Island to forget. Trouble is, he can no longer hide from the truth—a truth that makes him a prime suspect for murder.

It was almost as if someone wrapped the room in a cold hand, chill in the air triggering goosebumps on my skin. I caught motion in the corner of my eye, turned in time to see a glowing, ghostly figure float through the pocket door and come to a halt at the far end of the table. This time, rather than a static image, the young man raised both arms, eyes black pits of emptiness, mouth gaping open as he reached for Emelia. Who screamed and reached back. "Manuel!"