What the Cat Knew by P.D. Workman

Reg Rawlins, Psychic Investigator

Reg Rawlins, professional con, has really gotten herself into a bind this time.

What the cat knew

Reg Rawlins, professional con, has really gotten herself into a bind this time.

The fortune teller gig started as a scam, but she suddenly finds herself tangled up in the case of Warren Blake, a man who she thought was dead. It turns out he may still be alive, but in mortal peril.

Reg has always taken the quick exit, the easy way out, but running out on this racket might mean someone else’s death.

Staying in it might mean hers.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ It sounds like a fairly gentle story, but there is a lot of suspense involved. Add a bunch of humor to the mix and you are in for a treat … This is a story that you don't want to put down.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ This book has all my favourite things: heart, great writing, nearly-flawless editing, something unusual in the air, and a cat.

Like paranormal mysteries? Psychics, witches, fairies, and more! Award-winning and USA Today Bestselling Author P.D. Workman waves her wand to transport readers to the myth- and magic-filled small town of Black Sands for a paranormal cozy mystery to be solved by Reg Rawlins and her friends.

A self-professed con artist practicing as a contact to the dead, a drop-dead gorgeous warlock, and a psychic cat—what could go wrong?

Fall under Reg’s spell today.

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Private Investigators

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / Cozy / Cats & Dogs

Language: English

Keywords: cozy mystery, paranormal cozy, psychic, witches, cat, pet, urban fantasy

Word Count: 75,000

Sales info:

4.3 stars on amazon, 340 ratings

Sample text:



“Very nice. I like it. And what do you do?” She made a little gesture to indicate Reg’s costume. “You read palms? Tarot?”

“A little of everything. Mostly, I talk to the dead.”

“Oh.” Sarah nodded wisely. “That’s a good gig. Have you been doing it for long?”

Reg studied the woman, not sure how honest to be. She wasn’t sure whether she should be open about being a medium or a con. Both paths seemed equally treacherous.

“I’ve always had… certain tendencies… gifts, if you like…” she said obliquely. “I’m just testing the waters now… seeing whether this is something I should pursue…”

Sarah nodded. A waitress came over and handed them menus, introducing herself and showing off a couple of rather long canine teeth when she smiled. Sarah took no note, and barely gave the menu a glance. She’d obviously been there enough times to know what she wanted.

“What’s good?” Reg asked, glancing over the offerings.

“The seafood is fresh. Other than that… burger and fries… I wouldn’t try anything too adventurous.”

“Good to know.”

After placing her order, Reg leaned back in her seat, looking Sarah over.

“How about you? Did you retire to Florida, or have you always lived here?”

“I’ve lived lots of places, dear. Florida is good for my old bones. As for retiring… maybe someday, but not yet.”

“What is it you do?”

Sarah raised her brows, as if surprised that Reg didn’t know. Was she supposed to have guessed? Did Sarah think that Bill had told her?

“Well, I’m a witch,” Sarah said, as if it should have been obvious.

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