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A Visitation of Angels – Pluto’s Snitch Book 4 by Carolyn Haines

A Visitation of Angels
Pluto’s Snitch Book 4
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carolyn Haines


Elizabeth Maslow is an educated woman living in the isolated town of 1920’s Mission, Alabama. She’s defied the town’s definition of a woman’s place—she’s unmarried and given birth to a child with webbed hands and feet. In a town fraught with superstitions and religious repression, Elizabeth is dangerous.

But Elizabeth is much more than an unwed mother. Since the birth of Callie, who she believes is fathered by an angel, she’s been able to ̴dream the truth.” And she’s determined to testify in behalf of Slater McEachern, a man charged with the brutal murder of a local woman.

Elizabeth insists McEachern is innocent. She’s determined to speak, no matter the cost.

Spirit detectives Raissa and Reginald arrive to help Elizabeth save McEachern—before she ends up on the gallows with him.

Raissa and Reginald must unravel a crucial question. Does Elizabeth’s gift come from an angel, or from something much, much darker.

In the world of spirits and the dead, Raissa has learned to trust no one, especially not the dead. The dead lie.

NOTE: 100% of all proceeds will be donated to Good Fortune Farm Refuge which will help animals receive medical treatment and loving homes.

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I wasn’t sure what to expect when I started this book, I was intrigued by it being set in the 1920’s and the main characters being Spirit Detectives. Certainly not a common occupation.

The heat is on right from the beginning of this book, outsiders are not welcome and if they have different beliefs it becomes dangerous.

Raissa and Reginald have come to this backwoods, isolated town at the request of Elizabeth Maslow, she’s become a target in this cultish environment because she is educated, unmarried, the mother to a child who is very different from the norm and she believes a man accused of murder is innocent because she ‘saw’ the truth in a dream. Not exactly the way to become accepted.

This is a favorite scene.

Elizabeth slowly quits swaying. Her eyes open and she looks at us. “That’s the dream. It’s still as vivid as the night I dreamt it.”

“Who is holding the cleaver?” I ask. Her eyes are still distant, as if she’s right there, in the dream. If she tells us who she suspects, perhaps it will help us find evidence to aid Slater McEachern.

“I don’t know. I’m inside his head. I can see everything he sees. I can feel some of his sensations, his emotions. But I can’t see him. I don’t even have a sense of his size, except in relationship to Ruth. He was several inches taller than her. He split her skull with one blow, which tells me he’s strong.”

Elizabeth’s recounting of the murder had chilled me to the bone. She’d been so detached, so calm, as a woman she knew was brutally murdered. Almost as if she felt nothing. But then she looked directly at me and I saw how haunted she was.

“Ruth was dead by the time I dreamed this,” she said. “I woke up that very night, snatched Callie out of bed, and ran to her house. When I got there, the front door was open. I stepped inside and saw that someone had torn her house apart, looking for something. Maybe they found it. Maybe not. I could smell the blood from the doorway. When I saw her, sprawled up against the stove, her back burned into it and her head split open and nearly severed at her neck…” She swallowed and gently rocked Callie. She drew comfort from the baby, as much if not more than she gave. Callie turned her head and watched us with those bright navy blue eyes that were almost black.

“Do you know what the intruder was looking for?” Reginald asked.

“I don’t know. I think it might have been the deed to the land. Ruth didn’t have anything anyone else wanted. That farm was the only thing of value. Both of her children died of a fever a couple of years ago. Not long after that, her husband was killed when a tree fell on him. Ruth was lonely. The killer could have waited. When Ruth died, the land would have gone up for sale. All the time she lived there, she never tried to stop anyone from getting the spring water if they wanted it. Now folks are acting like Mr. McEachern wanted that land because he thought it was valuable, saying the water could heal people.”

“Healing water.” Reginald spoke more to himself than us. “Who’s been healed?”

“Several people claim they were healed by the water. One said her vision cleared. Another claimed the water helped her rheumatism. A little boy had a high fever and drank some of the spring water and his fever broke. The Indians believed the water had healing properties. Sometimes they’ll slip by, filling skins with the water to take back to their villages. They aren’t wanted here in Mission.” A flush touched her cheeks. “No savages, no pagans, no gypsies.”

I recalled the sign with the noose. “What’s the issue with the Romany people?”

“Lucais Wilkins, the man who runs the town, says the gypsies are thieves. He hates them so everyone else follows suit.”

“This Wilkins is the mayor?” Reginald asked.

Elizabeth only laughed. “There is no mayor of Mission. The town is run by a board of governors appointed by the church. Lucais is the head of that board and the man who has enough money to buy his way whenever he wants. He hires the law officers. He sits as judge on trials. He runs everything.”

Mission wasn’t the only town that was controlled by a single person or even a handful of wealthy people. “What church is it?”

“Everyone in town is a member of the Blood of the Lamb Reformed Church. It’s an offshoot of the Protestant faith, but nothing like the Methodists or Baptists.”

Elizabeth was very well-spoken and apparently well educated. She was an outsider looking in on the town, but an outsider with a larger worldview.

“Where did you come from, Elizabeth?” I asked again.

The question made her sigh. “It doesn’t matter. I’ve always been a vagabond.”

Oh, but it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Why Mission, Alabama? You could have gone anywhere. You’re educated. You could have worked as a secretary or maybe a clerk for a town. Maybe a lawyer’s secretary. Why here, where there is no work for you?”

“I was directed here.”

“By whom?” I asked.

“By the Divine.” She smiled at my expression. “I’m not an emissary of God or some kind of pagan priestess. I just know that my being here is not an accident. Nor is the gift of the dreams. It’s all toward a greater power.”

The baby was watching her with rapt attention, as if she understood the ramifications of what Elizabeth claimed.

“God sent you here?”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t have said God, but that’s close enough.”

“What would you have—” Reginald’s hand on my shoulder stopped me.

Reginald was kind but firm. “We came here to help you, and we came without the expectation of pay. What we do expect is your honesty. You’re risking a lot for a man you say you don’t have any bond with. He’s not a relative or a lover or a business associate. So why does this feel so important to you? We need to know what’s going on.”

Elizabeth looked down at the ground for a moment. “Yes, I owe you that much. I suspect you’re guessed some of it anyway.” She faced us. “I’m Romany. I came to Mission looking for my brother. He came this way to sell pots and pans, and the last account of him was in this area. That was more than two years ago.”
Carolyn Haines. ARC Edition of: A Visitation of Angels: Pluto’s Snitch #4 (Kindle Locations 431-474). Good Fortune Farm Refuge.

As Raissa and Reginald start their investigating there is more than a little intimidation in the form of being followed everywhere they go. This makes saving a man convicted of a crime he didn’t commit even more difficult. Elizabeth herself is in the path of danger and just keeps putting herself out there.

Then there is that dark entity, one that Elizabeth claims is an Angel. That is more than just a little scary at least to me.

This book had my on the edge of my seat wondering what would happen next, it was scary, intriguing, emotional and tearful.

I really have to go back to the beginning of this series, I think I’m hooked.

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Carolyn Haines

Carolyn Haines is the USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She was the recipient of the Harper Lee Award for Distinguished Writing and the Richard Wright Award for Literary Excellence, as well as the “Best Amateur Sleuth” award by Romantic Times. Born and raised in Mississippi, she now lives in Alabama on a farm with more dogs, cats, and horses than she can possibly keep track of.

Familiar Trouble – Familiar Legacy Book 1 by Carolyn Haines

Familiar Trouble
Familiar Legacy Book 1
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carolyn Haines


BLOOD IS THICKER… Sometimes a unique talent is inherited—and such is the case for Trouble, son of Familiar the black cat detective. Trouble’s rather indolent life in the sleepy town of Wetumpka, Alabama is upended when a serial killer arrives on the scene. Trouble begins to apply the skills he learned from his dad and his hero, Sherlock Holmes.

When local bookseller Tammy Lynn is attacked at the site of an impact crater, Trouble realizes he must protect his human and solve the mystery of the Silk Stocking Killer.

Aiden Waters, a local deputy, has tracked the SSK to Wetumpka. Since his wife’s murder, Aiden won’t risk romance, but when Tammy is endangered, everything changes. Especially their hearts.

I started this multi-author series at the end instead of the beginning and knew I had to go to the start. I love Trouble, the black cat with a penchant for mysteries. His and I quote ‘biped’ Tammy Lynn is the hard-headed owner of the local bookstore. Tammy is an avid reader and loves the Indian lore that surrounds her hometown of Wetumpka. It’s that lore that has her trespassing on property to get a good spot to look for a foretold planet and the discovery of a body.

This is a favorite scene.

Now I must comfort my princess. She’s upset and Deputy Aiden Waters is pulling in beside the tow truck. I’ve seen the way she casts glances at him. I’m sure she’d rather he offer her comfort, but she’s stuck with me. For the moment at least. Aiden and Tammy are perfect for each other, though they’re too scared to see it. She’s been hurt before by her own hand. She moved to D.C. with her fiancé but missed Wetumpka more than she loved him. She can’t see if her affections had been given to the right man, it would have had a different outcome. Bipeds complicate everything. And Aiden has obviously suffered some loss that’s taken a toll on his spirit. Both of them are terrified of caring—and trusting—again. Humanoids! I hate to say it but if they would just throw a leg over and get on with it, I believe all things would work out.

I’m not Cupid, though. My father, Familiar, often played Cupid to the bipeds he helped. I’m not so sure I’m versed in the romance department. But you never know. Time will tell.

Uh-oh. Tammy is trying hard not to cry in front of Aiden, and he’s too embarrassed to comfort her. I guess I will intervene.

Let me just take a running jump on his arse and voila! He leaps forward and embraces her. Mission accomplished. Maybe I do have a bit of Eros in me. My dad would be so proud!

Aiden looked back at the black cat sitting so innocently on the ground. Right. Instead of saying anything, he turned his attention to the woman in his arms. He’d had to embrace Tammy to keep from knocking her down when the cat attacked him. The animal was a menace, but Tammy felt really good in his arms.

“I’m okay,” Tammy said, looking up at him.

She wasn’t wearing her glasses, and her hazel eyes shifted between gray and green with golden brown flecks. “Of course.” He started to release her and step back, but his arms simply didn’t want to let her go.

She buried her forehead against his jacket and he felt her shudder as she collected herself. “I can’t believe Debby is dead. Who would do such an awful thing?”

“The sheriff only said you’d found a dead body. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

As Aiden held her, she told him everything. “And she’s naked with a nylon stocking tied around her neck.”

Aiden couldn’t stop his body from tightening up. “Are you sure?”

“I am.” Tammy pushed back so she could see into his eyes. “That means something to you, doesn’t it?”

He nodded. “I’m going to let Barney take you home in the wrecker. He said he’d fix the tires or replace them, depending, and bring the car to you. I need to go up to the site and determine how to collect the body without destroying any evidence.”

“Trouble and I can help you.”

Aiden gave her shoulders a gentle squeeze. “I’d better do this on my own. But I’ll check on you as soon as I can.”

“Thank you.”

He helped her into the wrecker and watched as Barney drove her and the black cat away. Trouble looked out the back window and licked one paw, as if he’d just had a very satisfying meal. That cat had an agenda.
Carolyn Haines. Familiar Trouble (Kindle Locations 315-340). KaliOka Press. Kindle Edition.

Fast-paced with plenty of chuckles thanks to Trouble. Aiden and Tammy both have some issues to work out and as the murderer escalates so does the danger to Tammy.

Of course she doesn’t help by putting herself in precarious positions when she should just stay put.

I’m really enjoying these books, Trouble is a piece of work and there’s the perfect amount of romance.

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Carolyn Haines

Carolyn Haines is the USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She was the recipient of the Harper Lee Award for Distinguished Writing and the Richard Wright Award for Literary Excellence, as well as the “Best Amateur Sleuth” award by Romantic Times. Born and raised in Mississippi, she now lives in Alabama on a farm with more dogs, cats, and horses than she can possibly keep track of.

Bone-a-fied Trouble -Cat Detective Familiar Legacy Book 9 by Carolyn Haines

Bone-a-fied Trouble
Cat Detective Familiar Legacy Book 9
USA Today Bestselling Author
Carolyn Haines



The worlds of Sarah Booth Delaney’s Zinnia, Mississippi and Trouble, the black cat detective, collide in this fast-paced tale of high stakes cotton research, abduction, and murder.

Trouble, the Sherlockian feline, falls in with Pluto, another cat with a yin for detective work, to find the missing Trudy Wells. But the cats aren’t alone. Tabitha Kingsley, posing as a psychic medium, has come to the Mississippi Delta to find her missing sister.

Standing in Tabitha’s way is the cynical—and compelling—Roger Long. Roger manages the vast Long Agricultural Products farm and business. Trudy was his newly hired receptionist—and possible lover–before she disappeared.

In a world of wealth and privilege, Tabitha must discover the truth of what her rebellious, sometimes law-breaking, sister was really up to. And she must trust Roger to help her.

Trouble and Pluto aid the bipeds in finding the answers—to Trudy’s vanishing act and also to the path to trust.

I love a mystery and I love cats, add in a touch of romance and it’s book perfection.

Trouble is a visiting cat with a knack for solving mysteries. Pluto is the cat of a local detective who is off with the Sheriff her significant other on vacation. When Trudy the receptionist at Long Agricultural Products disappears, her cat Vesta does also, only to show up at the Long residence.

Tabitha is Trudy’s sister and when her calls are ignored she decides to find out what’s going on. Pretending to be a medium she manages to infiltrate the Long home, Charline and Samuel aren’t a problem but Roger is definitely skeptical and Tabitha needs to win him to her side.

This is a favorite scene.

Tabitha had to struggle not to laugh out loud. Charline Long had gotten her nephew’s goat in the most effective way. With kindness.

“I believe dinner is served.” Raj dodged the subject of a picnic. “Now let’s enjoy the food that Nancy prepared for us.”

They went to the dining room and Tabitha was impressed with the simple goodness of the food. She hadn’t expected soul food at Long Hall but the peas, cornbread, and pork loin were all delicious. She noticed a pretty yellow cat sitting in the dining room window. “Is that your kitty?”

Roger frowned. “No, it belongs to one of our employees. It would seem she’s abandoned the poor creature.”

“May I take it some food?” Tabitha had plenty of left over pork roast.

“Of course. I suppose I should bring her inside. The nights can be cold.” Charline went to the window and opened it wide for the cat to come inside. The little marmalade didn’t hesitate. She hopped right into the room and went for the dish of food Tabitha put on the floor. “I love cats,” Charline said. She looked at her husband. “It seems she’s chosen us.”

Samuel started to shake his head, but he sighed instead. “If she chooses to stay, keep her. My grandmother loved schnauzers. They’re wonderful dogs but so active. She installed the topiary. Suellen was more of a cat person. Charline loves all animals.”

“We haven’t had a cat since Suellen’s pet passed away several years ago,” Charline said. “She adored that cat, Sheba. We all did.” She walked behind her husband and put her hands on his shoulders, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “Thank you. I miss not having a pet.”

“What about the black cat that was here when I arrived?” Tabitha asked.

“Black cat?” Everyone but Charline looked blank.

“There’s no black cat living here,” Samuel said. He turned to Charline. “Is there?”

“Maybe,” Charline said with a secret smile.

“He was sitting on the stairs. I saw him clear as day,” Tabitha insisted.

“Grandmother’s cat, Sheba, was black.” Roger said, bemused. “Could it be the spirit of Grandmother’s cat?”

Tabitha was caught off guard. She was positive the cat had been flesh and blood, but she couldn’t say so, repudiating her skills as a psychic and medium. “Of course, it could be a spirit cat. Just another sign she’s here and wants you to know it.”

“He’s one spirit cat with a good appetite,” Charline finally said. “I fed him in the kitchen earlier. I do believe he’s flesh and blood.”

“Maybe the cats are an omen,” Samuel said.

Tabitha had other thoughts. Maybe the orange feline was Trudy’s pet cat that she’d adopted. Trudy had sent a photo of the little female she’d found at a dumpster on a back street in Zinnia, and this kitty looked exactly like Trudy’s Vesta. But what was the cat doing at the Long plantation? Logically the cat would be in the rental where Trudy lived. There was no cat there— Tabitha had looked for the animal, knowing it would be confused and scared at Trudy’s absence. But then, two weeks was a long time to be on her own. Maybe she had sought solace and shelter in a place that was familiar.

“Perhaps the cat has a message,” Roger said, barely able to contain his smirk.
Carolyn Haines. Bone-a-fied Trouble: Familiar Legacy #9 (Kindle Locations 424-450). KaliOka Press.

Tabitha quickly learns that Trouble and Pluto would be a help in finding the clues needed to locate her sister.

There are many twists and turns in this tale, as Roger aka Raj finally starts aiding in Tabitha’s quest. A bit of romance to add to the intrigue and a surprise I truly didn’t see coming!

I am now going to the beginning of this multi-author series another book by Carolyn. I also must investigate to see if Pluto has a series.

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Carolyn Haines

Carolyn Haines is the USA Today bestselling author of over 70 books. She was the recipient of the Harper Lee Award for Distinguished Writing and the Richard Wright Award for Literary Excellence, as well as the “Best Amateur Sleuth” award by Romantic Times. Born and raised in Mississippi, she now lives in Alabama on a farm with more dogs, cats, and horses than she can possibly keep track of.