No Such Thing as Magic: Blue Moon Investigations Book 24
By steve higgs
How do you fight a wizard? You don’t. You die.
The city of Rochester is in the grip of fear, a terrifying wizard killing at random just for the fun of it.
But is he? Or do the victims have something very specific in common? They each received a business card before they met their ends and Tempest Michaels soon discovers the dead are not the only ones to have been contacted. He has clients lining up, all of them convinced they could be next.
Are they connected? Is there a reason why the wizard chose these people?
Well, that’s for England’s number paranormal P.I. to figure out. But can Tempest Michaels match a man who can command the elements and kill with a thought?
No, probably not, but then Tempest doesn’t believe in magic and his plan mostly involves punching the wizard in the pants.
Get ready for absolute bedlam!
‘There isn’t a series like this anywhere in the world. The author’s imagination is truly remarkable and I laugh so hard at his books I’ve almost given myself a hernia.’
How do you fight a wizard? You don’t. You die.
The city of Rochester is in the grip of fear, a terrifying wizard killing at random just for the fun of it.
But is he? Or do the victims have something very specific in common? They each received a business card before they met their ends and Tempest Michaels soon discovers the dead are not the only ones to have been contacted. He has clients lining up, all of them convinced they could be next.
Are they connected? Is there a reason why the wizard chose these people?
Well, that’s for England’s number paranormal P.I. to figure out. But can Tempest Michaels match a man who can command the elements and kill with a thought?
No, probably not, but then Tempest doesn’t believe in magic and his plan mostly involves punching the wizard in the pants.
Get ready for absolute bedlam!
‘There isn’t a series like this anywhere in the world. The author’s imagination is truly remarkable and I laugh so hard at his books I’ve almost given myself a hernia.’