Tempest Michaels is back! His office burned down, his love life is a joke and he is convinced he is getting fat. It's the perfect time for a new case then.
The client is the son of a man who was killed in a freak accident - struck by lightning. That doesn't sound very paranormal until you learn that he was inside his house when it happened and his heart exploded from his chest.
There are eldritch runes drawn on the victim’s house and his wife, together with several of her friends, has been seen colluding with a mysterious old crone. Is there witchcraft being practiced in the nearby village of East Malling? The client certainly thinks so.
Will Tempest be swift enough to solve the case before anyone else is killed? Will Frank’s witch-sniffer toad sniff out the witch? Will Tempest’s gender-neutral assistant turn up dressed as a boy or a girl?
You can bet there will be bedlam as Tempest and his trusted sausage dogs find themselves pitted against another potentially deadly foe.
The author currently makes about $6000 a month from this series, with sales growing every time a new book is published. There have been 4 new books this year and 2 more are planned. The books are regularly inside the top 50 on Amazon for their genre.
The author's sales rank on Amazon is sometimes inside the top 1000 but is currently around 3000. new releases will improve this.
I placed the drink on a coaster on the small table I kept by my sofa and went to sit down whereupon I realised the book I planned to read was on the window sill in the kitchen next to Kevin the toad and his small tank.
I didn’t bother to turn the light back on in the kitchen, there was enough light coming through from the lounge for me to see by. Kevin was over by the sink; the book was in front of it. As I picked it up though, the lightning flashed again and there, outside the window, was the witch.
My heart thudded in my chest.
The split second of light had thrown her into silhouette while simultaneously illuminating her face from the reflected light off the window pane. She had been looking right at me, but the darkness returned instantly, and she was gone.
I was running through my house though. Too fast to turn, I slammed into the wall in my lobby, rebounded off and ran for the back door. Ripping it open, I scanned around for her as the two dogs zipped by on either side of my feet. They vanished into the dark and for the umpteenth time, I wished I had gotten around to installing a light in the garden.
Lightning provided a fresh snapshot of the trees, bushes and six-foot-high fence that surrounds my garden but there was no sign of her. Forty feet away, at the other end of my house was a gate that led around to the front. I ran to it, but it was still bolted and padlocked so the only way in or out was through the house or over the fence.
How did a woman that age scale a six-foot fence, I asked myself? My brain returned the obvious answer: She couldn't.
Translation in progress. Translated by Marlies Perman