Psychic seeking psycho. My name is Darla, and Iβm a psychometrist. When I touch objects, I pick up the memories and emotions of other people who have touched them. I was well into my midlife when I was recruited to serve on the Memory Guild, a secret society of supernaturals and paranormals
The Wizard's Touch: A midlife paranormal mystery (Memory Guild Book 5)
β Scribed by Ward Parker
- Book ID
- 110580424
- Publisher
- Mad Mangrove Media
- Year
- 2022
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 520 KB
- Series
- Memory Guild Book 5
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B09HX1SSSX
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
A pivotal book in the series. And it truly touches a nerve.
Another guest bites the dust. Itβs through no fault of my own (I think), but this is really bad for my historic innβs reputation. Soon, no customers will want to check in, due to fear of involuntarily checking out.
This latest demise involved a giant oak tree (long story) and a hidden rare gem. My hot detective friend thinks it was actually a homicide. I need to use every bit of my psychometry, and the help of The Memory Guild, to sort it out.
But Iβm also trying to rescue my husband from an evil wizard who is plotting to take over the Magic Guild of San Marcos. Can I protect the witches of my family, my daughter and mother, from him as he bombards the magic community with love dreams? (Believe me, it isnβt pretty.)
The one person in my family who isnβt magical, Iβm just a middle-aged innkeeper with some paranormal abilities.
That is, until a faerie hints that I have a destiny of greatness. Really, I donβt even want to know.
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