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Bartender Avalon Nash's youthful crush has become a movie star, but does he even remember her? And why are the women he dates turning up dead? Does Avalon dare let her longtime dream come true, knowing she might be next? Avalon must use her superpower of collecting people’s stories to protect people she loves by discovering and stopping the killer. Buy this book for a highly entertaining, edge-of-your-seat limo ride of a whodunit.

Nobody talks to the cops. Everybody talks to the bartender. And Avalon Nash is a hell of a bartender. On a cool June night at the Battened Hatch, Avalon is the last to see an Olympic medalist before his mysterious demise. Her superpower is collecting people’s stories, and she soon discovers that the medalist’s death connects to an unsolved kidnapping and murder of a teenager 20 years before—and the perp is looking to silence anyone getting close to the truth.

No one talks to the cops. Everyone talks to the bartender. And Avalon Nash is one hell of a bartender. On the run from her life in Los Angeles, having a drink while waiting to change trains in the former Olympic town of Tranquility, New York, she discovers the freshly murdered bartender at MacTavish’s. Offered the position with the warning that he wasn’t the first MacTavish’s bartender to meet a violent end, she’s soon embroiled in the lives of artists, politicians, ghost hunters, and descendants of Old Hollywood.

At a Christmas tree lighting in downtown Lexington, Kentucky, a barefoot, thinly clad young woman runs up to a mounted police officer, frantic and begging for help. She tells the officer her name is Caroline Hanson. But that can’t be. Caroline Hanson vanished into thin air 10 years ago. When Detective Mena Kastaros is informed that the victim in one of her first cases as a detective has reappeared, she battles emotions she’s tried futilely to ignore for nearly a decade.

Lifetimes ago, five priestesses cast a spell to protect the power of every woman who would come after them—sealing away the goddess’s magic to keep it from those who sought to steal it. Sisters of the Red Thread, they whispered the spell in the dark of night, an incantation of forgotten power. But protection came at a cost: their own lives.