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Blackmoore Sisters Bundle Books 1-5 (AUDIOBOOK)

Blackmoore Sisters Bundle Books 1-5 (AUDIOBOOK)

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Books Included In Bundle:

  • Dead Wrong
  • Dead and Buried
  • Dead Tide
  • Buried Secrets
  • Deadly Intentions
  • A Grave Mistake
  • Spell Found
  • Fatal Fortune
  • Hidden Secrets
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*** USA Today Bestseller and Winner of the Best Mystery Romance category at the IRC *** 

This bundle consists of the Blackmoore Sisters Series audiobooks 1-5.

Charmed meets Nancy Drew in this enchanting series about four sisters who discover their magical powers. Humor, light magic, an eerily intelligent cat, twisty mysteries and a smidge of romance. 

WOW! I actually read books 1 through 6 this past week. Couldn't put them down. When I got to the end of one I HAD TO get the next one as quickly as possibly! I love the cat! "

 

WHAT IS THIS SERIES ABOUT?

Set in the seaside town of Noquitt, Maine (a fictional town based on Ogunguit Maine) the four Blackmoore sisters have shared their ancestral home - a mansion high on an ocean cliff -  ever since their parents untimely deaths. 

They've led a relatively normal existence... until now.  When Morgan is accused of murder and certain events are set in motion, the sisters start to discover that they are anything but normal. 

Morgan's herbal remedies work exceptionally good and her intuition is highly honed.  Fiona's gemstone jewelry has extraordinary healing powers and she has a way with stones that is supernatural. Celeste can talk to ghosts, something she has known for a while but has hidden from everyone. Jolene is most powerful of all having a combination of all their powers. 

But do their powers have anything to do with the mysterious death of their parents? 

Throw in an attic full of mysterious treasures, A ledger from their ancestor with an intriguing clue and a cat that has the uncanny ability to show up at exactly the right time and the sisters are in for the adventure of a lifetime, especially when  a mysterious government agency wants them to recover a series of hidden ancient relics.

 

HOW YOU CAN LISTEN TO THIS SERIES

You will get an immediate download link from Bookfunnel.com (look in your inbox for an email from bookfunnel after you pay).  You may have used Bookfunnel before if you've downloaded a freebie novella from me or another author, or downloaded audiobooks from a promo.  It's easy!  

YOU CAN LISTEN HOWEVER YOU ARE USED TO LISTENING - YOU WILL GET MP3 FILES

Bookfunnel also has a great audiobook app and it's completely free!

WHAT IF I RUN INTO TROUBLE DOWNLOADING?

Don't worry!  If you run into trouble, simply email Bookfunnel (reply to your original email) or contact me and I'll get a support person to help you.  Worst case if you can't get the books downloaded or hate the process, I will refund your money. 


STILL NOT SURE?

HERE'S AN EXCERPT FROM BOOK 1, DEAD WRONG:

 

Fiona Blackmoore stared at the amethyst crystal in front of her wondering how to work it into a pendant. On most days, she could easily figure out exactly how to cut and position the stone, but right now her brain was in a pre-caffeine fog.

Where was Morgan with her latte?

She sighed, looking at her watch. It was ten past eight, Morgan should be here by now, she thought impatiently.

Fiona looked around the small shop, Sticks and Stones, she shared with her sister. An old cottage that had been in the family for generations, it sat at one of the highest points in their town of Noquitt, Maine.

Turning in her chair, she looked out the back window. In between the tree trunks that made up a small patch of woods, she had a bird’s eye view of the sparkling, sapphire blue Atlantic Ocean in the distance.

The cottage sat about 500 feet inland at the top of a high cliff that plunged into the Atlantic. If the woods were cleared, like the developers wanted, the view would be even better. But Fiona would have none of that, no matter how much the developers offered them, or how much they needed the money. She and her sisters would never sell the cottage.

She turned away from the window and surveyed the inside of the shop. One side was set up as an apothecary of sorts. Antique slotted shelves loaded with various herbs lined the walls. Dried weeds hung from the rafters and several mortar and pestles stood on the counter, ready for whatever herbal concoctions her sister was hired to make.

On her side sat a variety of gemologist tools and a large assortment of   crystals. Three antique oak and glass jewelry cases displayed her creations. Fiona smiled as she looked at them. Since childhood she had been fascinated with rocks and gems so it was no surprise to anyone when she grew up to become a gemologist and jewelry designer, creating jewelry not only for its beauty, but also for its healing properties.

The two sisters’ vocations suited each other perfectly and they often worked together providing customers with crystal and herbal healing for whatever ailed them.

The jangling of the bell over the door brought her attention to the front of the shop. She breathed a sigh of relief when Morgan burst through the door, her cheeks flushed, holding two steaming paper cups.

“What’s the matter?” Fiona held her hand out, accepting the drink gratefully. Peeling back the plastic tab, she inhaled the sweet vanilla scent of the latte.

“I just had a run in with Prudence Littlefield!” Morgan’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Oh? I saw her walking down Shore road this morning wearing that god-awful orange sunflower scarf. What was the run-in about this time?” Fiona took the first sip of her latte, closing her eyes and waiting for the caffeine to power her blood stream. She’d had her own run-ins with Pru Littlefield and had learned to take them in stride.

“She was upset about an herbal mix I made for Ed. She called me a witch!"

“What did you make for him?”

“Just some Ginkgo, Ginseng and Horny Goat Weed … although the latter he said was for Prudence.”

Fiona’s eyes grew wide. “Aren’t those herbs for impotence?”

Morgan shrugged “Well, that’s what he wanted.”

“No wonder Prudence was mad…although you’d think just being married to her would have caused the impotence.”

Morgan burst out laughing. “No kidding. I had to question his sanity when he asked me for it. I thought maybe he had a girlfriend on the side.”

Fiona shook her head trying to clear the unwanted images of Ed and Prudence Littlefield together.

“Well, I wouldn’t let it ruin my day. You know how she is.”

Morgan put her tea on the counter, then turned to her apothecary shelf and picked several herbs out of the slots. “I know, but she always seems to know how to push my buttons. Especially when she calls me a witch.”

Fiona grimaced. “Right, well I wish we were witches. Then we could just conjure up some money and not be scrambling to pay the taxes on this shop and the house.”

Morgan sat in a tall chair behind the counter and proceeded to measure dried herbs into a mortar.

“I know. I saw Eli Stark in town yesterday and he was pestering me about selling the shop again.”

“What did you tell him?”

“I told him we’d sell over our dead bodies.” Morgan picked up a pestle and started grinding away at the herbs.

Fiona smiled. Eli Stark had been after them for almost a year to sell the small piece of land their shop sat on. He had visions of buying it, along with some adjacent lots in order to develop the area into high end condos.

Even though their parents early deaths had left Fiona, Morgan and their two other sisters property rich but cash poor the four of them agreed they would never sell. Both the small shop and the stately ocean home they lived in had been in the family for generations and they didn’t want their generation to be the one that lost them.

The only problem was, although they owned the properties outright, the taxes were astronomical and, on their meager earnings, they were all just scraping by to make ends meet.

All the more reason to get this necklace finished so I can get paid. Thankfully, the caffeine had finally cleared the cobwebs in her head and Fiona was ready to get to work. Staring down at the amethyst, a vision of the perfect shape to cut the stone appeared in her mind. She grabbed her tools and started shaping the stone.

Fiona and Morgan were both lost in their work. They worked silently, the only sounds in the little shop being the scrape of mortar on pestle and the hum of Fiona’s gem grinding tool mixed with a few melodic tweets and chirps that floated in from the open window.

Fiona didn’t know how long they were working like that when the bell over the shop door chimed again. She figured it must have been an hour or two judging by the fact that the few sips left in the bottom of her latte cup had grown cold.

She smiled, looking up from her work to greet their potential customer, but the smile froze on her face when she saw who it was.

Sheriff Overton stood in the door flanked by two police officers. A toothpick jutted out of the side of Overton’s mouth and judging by the looks on all three of their faces, they weren’t there to buy herbs or crystals.

Fiona could almost hear her heart beating in the silence as the men stood there, adjusting their eyes to the light and getting their bearings.

“Can we help you?” Morgan asked, stopping her work to wipe her hands on a towel.

Overton’s head swiveled in her direction like a hawk spying a rabbit in a field.

“That’s her.” He nodded to the two uniformed men who approached Morgan hesitantly. Fiona recognized one of the men as Brody Hunter, whose older brother Morgan had dated all through high school. She saw Brody look questioningly at the Sheriff.

The other man stood a head taller than Brody. Fiona noticed his dark hair and broad shoulders but her assessment of him stopped there when she saw him pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

Her heart lurched at the look of panic on her sister’s face as the men advanced toward her.

“Just what is this all about?” She demanded, standing up and taking a step toward the Sheriff.

There was no love lost between the Sheriff and Fiona. They’d had a few run-ins and she thought he was an egotistical bore and probably crooked too. He ignored her question focusing his attention on Morgan. The next words out of his mouth chilled Fiona to the core.

“Morgan Blackmoore … you’re under arrest for the murder of Prudence Littlefield.”