Description: Synchronized Sorcery by Juliet Blackwell Includes an excerpt from Bewitched and betrothed. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description As witch and vintage store owner Lily Ivory steps into her new role as leader of the Bay Areas magical community, shes faced with a mysterious death of magical proportions...Strange things are happening in Lily Ivorys San Francisco. First, she finds a vintage mermaid costume which dates from the 1939 San Franciscos Treasure Island Worlds Fair - and which gives off distinctly peculiar vibrations. Next, she stumbles upon a dead man in the office of her predecessor, and as the communitys new leader, she feels compelled to track down the culprit. Just when Lily thinks things cant get any stranger, a man appears claiming to be her half-brother, spouting ideas about the mystical prophecy involving San Francisco and their family...When the dead man is linked to the mysterious mermaid costume, and then yet another victim is found on Treasure Island, Lily uncovers ties between the long-ago Worlds fair and the current murders, and begins to wonder whether the killer might be hiding in plain sight. But unless Lily can figure everything out in time, there may be yet another body floating in San Francisco Bay. Author Biography Juliet Blackwell is the pseudonym for the New York Times bestselling author who writes the Witchcraft Mystery series and the Haunted Home Renovation series. She is also the author of The Lost Carousel of Provence, Letters from Paris, The Paris Key, The Vineyards of Champagne, and Off the Wild Coast of Brittany. Together with her sister, Juliet wrote the Art Lovers Mystery series. The first in that series, Feint of Art, was nominated for an Agatha Award for Best First Novel. Excerpt from Book Chapter 1 "Im worried about Oscar," I said, twisting in my seat as I tried to get settled. The San Francisco-bound flight was still loading passengers, and the newest arrivals were doing that crablike shuffle down the narrow center aisle that was unique to modern air travel. The aisle seat to my right was occupied by a polite Parisian woman whose headphones discouraged conversation, at least with this chatty Texan. Fortunately for me, sitting on my left, by the window, was a sexy psychic named Sailor. Even though we in economy class were jammed elbow-to-elbow into cramped spaces with inadequate leg room, I didnt mind. I would have happily rested in Sailors lap all the way from Paris, so enamored was I with my new husband. Husband. I still found that hard to believe. "And exactly why are you worried about Oscar?" Sailor asked with the strained patience of a private school headmaster. I gave him credit for refraining from rolling his dark, beautiful eyes. Sailor had been less than enthusiastic that Oscar, a shapeshifting pig and my ersatz witchs familiar, had accompanied us on our honeymoon. There was a reason I had invited Oscar along, of course: I had promised to help him search for his mother, who suffered under a curse that had turned her into a stone gargoyle. Its a long story, but the upshot was that I spent my honeymoon traipsing around Europe, checking out gargoyles adorning castles and cathedrals and manors, and mediating between the two most important fellas in my life-who had a habit of vying for my attention. "How is he going to get home?" I asked. "I would imagine the same way he got to Barcelona, to Paris, and to Budapest, as well as every other destination on our mind-bogglingly complicated honeymoon itinerary." Sailor intertwined his long, graceful fingers with mine, and I took a moment to gaze at our interlocked hands. The crystals in my antique druzy engagement ring sparkled, and our matching wedding bands-wrought of tiny intertwined vines of silver-gleamed in the overhead lights. "Hey, wife," Sailor said in a low, grumbly voice. "Remember Prague?" "Prague," I breathed, closing my eyes. "And the turret room?" "The turret room," I repeated, blushing at the memory of the beautiful, round room at the top of the medieval castle, with its ancient stone walls, plush window seat, and tall windows looking out across the red-tiled roofs of Prague. Not to mention what all had gone on beneath the down comforter in the turrets king-sized canopy bed. "Not easy cleaning up all those rose petals you manifested." Sailor gave me a barely-there smile and a smoldering look, and for a moment I forgot all about Oscar and the hustle and bustle of the boarding airplane. He continued, "Or that tapas bar in the market in Barcelona our first night?" "What about last night in Paris, in that little bistro with the carousel on the corner . . . ?" I sighed. "I loved everything we saw, and ate . . ." "And ate, and ate . . ." I laughed. Having spent several weeks touring Europe, I truly understood the phrase "the honeymoon period." It had been a glorious, romantic, blissful adventure to start our new life as a married couple. We werent technically married, at least as far as the law was concerned, because my friend Bronwyn had not been able to get licensed in time to officiate, and Sailors several-years-in-the-making divorce had not yet been finalized. But our handfasting, held in a redwood fairy circle, had been witnessed by our closest friends and family and sanctified by the woods-folk. We would legalize our union at city hall eventually, but regardless, ours was a true marriage in my witchy book. "It was a great honeymoon," I said. "It was. Would have been better without our porcine companion, but otherwise . . ." Sailor let out a soft "oof" as I poked him in the ribs. He chuckled. "All Im saying is that it would have been nice not having to explain the presence of our pet pig everywhere we went. I thought that poor bellboy at the Parador in Spain was going to run right off the parapet." The Parador was a tenth-century Moorish fortress turned castle turned hotel, perched atop a hill overlooking the city of Tortosa and the Ebro River. We stayed at a number of wonderful old castles in our travels, and the experience never lost its charm. Each and every one had made me feel like a princess. Except for the annoyance of lingering ghosts haunting those stone walls, but that was par for the course for me. My paranormal skill set does not include the ability to communicate with spirits, but they tend to sense my presence and often reach out. Its disconcerting for me, and I can only imagine how frustrating it must be for them. "Its hard to believe were heading back to real life," I said. "I guess this means the honeymoons over. Shall I start to nag you now?" "I think its required. And Ill start scratching and making weird bodily noises." "Please dont." "I wont if you wont." "Deal." We kissed and sealed the deal. "I wonder how Calypso has handled things in my absence . . ." I said. "I sure hope Aidan is doing better." My last encounter with Aidan Rhodes, the head of the San Francisco Bay Areas magical community, had been horrifying: He had been covered in blood from terrible injuries sustained in a fight with a demon, wounds that required the kind of treatment modern medicine could not provide. I forced myself to take a deep breath and concentrate on the positives: Aidan was now under the care of my grandmothers skilled colleagues near Michoac++n, Mexico, his recuperation aided by drawing upon the energy of the salt caves. Or at least I hoped so. Aidan and I did not always see eye to eye on things, but he understood my complicated past in a way few could, and had become a true friend. "Your grandmother told us last week that hes healing well, so it shouldnt be too much longer," said Sailor. Unlike me, Sailor carried a cell phone, which had made it possible for us to enjoy the occasional FaceTime with friends and colleagues while we were in Europe. "And just think: In the meantime you get to fulfill your egomaniacal ambition to be the Grand Poobah of Bay Area witches." "I have no such ambition," I scoffed. He raised one eyebrow. "Im serious. I have no desire, none at all, to be a Grand whatever-you-said. I have no interest in being in charge. Really." I could hear that I protesteth a mite too much and added: "I do think I might handle certain things better than Aidan, but thats not the same thing as wanting to take over." "Sure about that?" Sailor looked amused. "Positive." I paused. "Its just that . . . running the San Francisco Bay Area magical community seems like a job for a woman." Sailor raised his eyebrow again. "Resorting to sexist arguments now, are we?" "No. But theres a reason the vast majority of witches are women," I said. "Its an energy thing. I simply think a woman should be in charge, thats all." "Well, thats good, because it seems youve inherited the job." "Temporarily inherited the job. Im just filling in, remember." I sighed. "The worst part is theres always a lot of bureaucratic paperwork, and people wanting me to fix things all the time." "Repeat after me: Ill see what I can do. Works every time." I laughed. "Ill keep that in mind." "And just for the record: When you do become the Bay Areas Grand Poobah, Ill be happy to fulfill my obligations as First Gentleman. I imagine there will be a lot of cocktail parties involved. Im quite partial to a lovely platter of canapZs." I ignored that. "Anyway, I cant wait to see Selena, and Bronwyn, and Maya, and Conrad, and all the others. . . . I wonder how business has been." "Didnt Bronwyn say your grandmothers coven has been helping out at the shop?" "She did, and thats what worries me," I said with a smile. "What do you want to bet theres not a sparkly garment left on the racks? Those old women are a flock of magical magpies." Most of the passengers had finally finished stowing their luggage and taken their seats, and the flight attendants began one last sweep through the cabins, shutting the overhead bin doors and soothing nervous fliers. I was reaching for the in-flight magazine in the seat pocket in front of me when the medicine bag I always wore around my waist started to hum. I looked up to see a late arrival burst onto the airplane. He was of average height and weight, with an olive complexion, dark eyes, and longish near-black hair, approximately my age. He wore a gleaming gold earring in his left ear, but otherwise there was nothing especially remarkable about him, certainly nothing to explain the sudden conviction that I knew him from somewhere. I wondered whether I might have met him years ago in Germany when I visited my father-a visit I could still only vaguely recall. If this fellow were somehow connected to my father, he might very well spell trouble. Our eyes locked as he p Details ISBN0593097955 Author Juliet Blackwell Pages 352 Series Witchcraft Mystery Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 0593097955 ISBN-13 9780593097953 Series Number 11 Format Paperback Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States US Release Date 2021-07-06 UK Release Date 2021-07-06 Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Publication Date 2021-07-06 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. DEWEY 813.6 Audience General NZ Release Date 2021-09-13 AU Release Date 2021-09-13 We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. 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