| Author: | Irish Winters | ISBN: | 9781942895732 |
| Publisher: | Irish Winters | Publication: | June 7, 2019 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Irish Winters |
| ISBN: | 9781942895732 |
| Publisher: | Irish Winters |
| Publication: | June 7, 2019 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Keller Boniface…
Always by the book, Keller's mission is to locate an elderly psychic in Louisiana and be quick about it. A teammate is dying; there's no time to waste. But the land of voodoo, gris gris, and etouffee is the last place Keller wants to be. He left a nightmare here once, and hasn't been back since. Yet he's nothing if not efficient. He can locate that psychic and be gone in a day, maybe less. Until he runs into the psychic's great granddaughter... Until his own psychic *gift *tells him precisely who and what Savannah Church is…
Savannah Church…
Impulsive. Intuitive. Savannah's a free spirit who collects strays, rescues fighting dogs, and manages the local no-kill animal shelter. Her life is perfect until the morning Gran Mere dies. Savannah knew this day was coming, but she hadn't expected her great grandmother would leave with a whispered warning to, 'Look for the wild rose that grows deep in the bayou. Watch for the warlock. You alone hold the key…'
Keller Boniface…
Always by the book, Keller's mission is to locate an elderly psychic in Louisiana and be quick about it. A teammate is dying; there's no time to waste. But the land of voodoo, gris gris, and etouffee is the last place Keller wants to be. He left a nightmare here once, and hasn't been back since. Yet he's nothing if not efficient. He can locate that psychic and be gone in a day, maybe less. Until he runs into the psychic's great granddaughter... Until his own psychic *gift *tells him precisely who and what Savannah Church is…
Savannah Church…
Impulsive. Intuitive. Savannah's a free spirit who collects strays, rescues fighting dogs, and manages the local no-kill animal shelter. Her life is perfect until the morning Gran Mere dies. Savannah knew this day was coming, but she hadn't expected her great grandmother would leave with a whispered warning to, 'Look for the wild rose that grows deep in the bayou. Watch for the warlock. You alone hold the key…'
