The gaslights of Victorian London give way to fairy lights. It's here, in this enchanted, alternate reality England that we are first introduced to Lady Philomena (or Phil) Radcliff. Making her livelihood as a medium, Philomena tries to bring comfort to the living by contacting the spirits of their dearly departed.
Of course, things don't always go as planned when conducting a sΓ©ance. Sometimes, the dearly departed stir up as much trouble dead as when they were alive. It's at one of these disastrous sΓ©ances that Phil makes the acquaintance of Sir Nicodemus (Nico) Wulfson, Baronet of Grimspell castle. Nico hires Phil to investigate the recent haunting of Grimspell. Something has stirred up the castle's ghostly inhabitants and Nico's brother has been the target of their ire. Fearing for his brother's health and sanity, Nico is desperate for a solution, even if it means hiring a medium.
Lured by the handsome Nico and his equally handsome purse, Phil and her servant leave London immediately and travel to Grimspell. Once at the castle, Phil feels a calm and acceptance she has rarely enjoyed in London. She soon comes face-to-face with the first of the castle ghosts. As Phil tries to solve the mystery of Grimspell, she hears gossip that Nico may have murdered his fiancΓ©e while in his were- form, which is a large wolf. Not one to listen to the idle chattering of servants, Phil watches Nico and sees a man who loves his family, is kind to the servants and villagers who depend on him and welcomes her and her maid into his small band with open arms. All she needs to do is put aside her inhibitions and step into his welcoming embrace.
Kathryne Kennedy has created a world where magic is as natural as drawing breath. And when your pumpkin turns into a coach, thank your fairy godmother, Ms. Kennedy, for the magical ride. This series is so enjoyable. Each book is a stand-alone, but you won't want to miss a one. Kennedy folds you into her world so effortlessly. All three of these books are truly a magical experience.
Grimspell castle. With its dark, imposing stone walls, it
certainly looked haunted. As a ghost-hunter, Lady
Philomena was accustomed to restless spirits. But she
found the dark, imposing nature of the castle's owner far
more haunting than any specter. London Society might not
approve of shape-shifters such as Sir Nicodemus Wulfson,
but firmly-on-the-shelf Philomena rather enjoyed the young
baronet's sudden interest in sniffing around her skirts.
She'd even consider giving in to him altogether if not for
a murderer on the loose-a beast that might just be Nico
himself.
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