The Season Finale E-Book

Heather Silvio

• Herausgeber: Panther Books
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Paranormal Talent Agency
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 129

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

A Las Vegas television reporter will let nothing stop her investigation into the supernatural story of a lifetime, not even a murderous time-traveling ghost or a sexy were-panther.

Television reporter Elizabeth “Liz” Addison is investigating the supernatural story of a lifetime. Except she doesn’t know what it is, just who it is – Catherine Rodham, owner of the Paranormal Talent Agency.

Liz knows she’s on the right track when a time-traveling ghost warns her that she’ll die if she continues the investigation. She ignores the threats until her romantic interest in Antonio “Tony” DiMaio, the were-panther owner of Soprannaturale, puts him directly in the supernatural line of fire.

To save Tony and uncover the truth about Catherine, Liz and the Paranormal Talent Agency join together for one last wild adventure in the paranormal world of Las Vegas!

Paranormal Mystery & Flirty Romance

This is the sixth and final book in the Paranormal Talent Agency. Please read the first five in order to fully understand and enjoy this finale!

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The Season Finale

Paranormal Talent Agency

Book 6

Heather Silvio

Panther Books

Contents

Books By Heather Silvio

About This Book

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Epilogue

Thank you!

About the Author

Acknowledgments

Books By Heather Silvio

PARANORMAL TALENT AGENCY

Lights, Camera, Action (Episode One)

Reset to One (Episode Two)

That’s a Wrap (Episode Three)

An Unexpected Sequel (Episode Four)

Jumping the Shark (Episode Five)

The Season Finale (Episode Six)

NON-SERIES FICTION

Not Quite Famous: A Romantic Comedy of an Actress on the Edge

Beyond the Abyss: Tales of the Supernatural

Courting Death

NONFICTION

Special Snowflake Syndrome: The Unrecognized Personality Disorder Destroying the World

Happiness by the Numbers: 9 Steps to Authentic Happiness

Stress Disorders: A Healing Path for PTSD

About This Book

Television reporter Elizabeth “Liz” Addison is investigating the supernatural story of a lifetime. Except she doesn’t know what it is, just who it is – Catherine Rodham, owner of the Paranormal Talent Agency.

Liz knows she’s on the right track when a time-traveling ghost warns her that she’ll die if she continues the investigation. She ignores the threats until her romantic interest in Antonio “Tony” DiMaio, the were-panther owner of Soprannaturale, puts him directly in the supernatural line of fire.

To save Tony and uncover the truth about Catherine, Liz and the Paranormal Talent Agency join together for one last wild adventure in the paranormal world of Las Vegas!

ChapterOne

Television reporters get used to being eyed with suspicion, but usually, those doing the eyeing are human. Not this time. I didn’t think. The attractive man had stared at me the moment I entered the café. Soprannaturale, where all the nonhumans hung out. I glanced around at the framed pictures of pastoral Italian scenes and classic checkered tablecloths on two-tops scattered throughout the front of the café. Stepping closer to the man, the scent of flowers and earth reached me.

“You smell sweet,” I blurted out. “Is that some kind of cologne, or an essential oil you’re diffusing?”

The man’s eyes widened, then narrowed. “May I help you?”

Refusing to be thrown by his non-response to my question, I smiled wide and extended my hand. “Elizabeth Addison, reporter,” I introduced myself, smile faltering when he hesitated. An imperceptible sigh and then his large hand engulfed my smaller one. Breath caught in my throat at the tingles that raced through my body. I snatched my hand back and he smirked.

“Antonio DiMaio. Owner of this fine establishment.” His chocolate-brown eyes took in my appearance, a bit bedraggled due to a short rain. Contrary to the public perception of living in the desert, it rained in Las Vegas. And since it was spring, well, it had rained while I walked from my car to the door of his fine establishment.

I attempted to smooth down my short, curly brown hair, frizzy from the humidity, and then ran my hands down the sides of my simple blue shift. Antonio’s eyes followed the movement, the smirk morphing into something more complex.

His eyes snapped back up to mine. “May I help you, Ms. Addison?”

“Please, call me Liz,” I responded by reflex.

“Then call me Tony.”

I nodded. “Tony. I’m meeting Catherine Rodham. Do you know her?”

“Because all supernaturals know each other?” he asked, smirk back in place.

I flushed. “No.” A smart retort didn’t come to me, because now I wanted to know what type of creature he was. Given my instant attraction, I wondered if he was an incubus. I’d learned from Catherine last year that they could control you by sucking out your soul. Yuck. Though she swore her half-incubus boyfriend Alex didn’t do that.

He chuckled, his rumbly voice sexy. “Relax. I’m just teasing you.”

Was he flirting with me? His comment did not help me relax. If anything, my flush deepened. He ran a hand through his longish wavy black hair and smiled, a dimple appearing on his right cheek.

“But I do know Catherine,” he admitted. “She isn’t here yet.”

“I’ll wait for her before being seated.” I took the opportunity while I waited to consider his sinewy muscles flexing underneath a simple black shirt and pants. Probably his work uniform. His appearance placed him maybe late-twenties like me, but with supernatural beings, who knew? I desperately wanted to ask what he was, but that had to be a faux pas.

“Did you have any questions?”

My eyes widened. Could he read minds?

“About the menu,” he clarified, though I didn’t miss the quick smile.

If he was going to flirt with me, then I would be bold. “I do have a question.” Our eyes met. “Not about the menu.”

He tilted his head. “Ask away.”

“What are you?”

“Not fully human.”

I shook my head. “That’s entirely unhelpful.”

“I know.”

“Are you flirting with me?”

His eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Do you want me to flirt with you?”

My mouth dropped open, but nothing emerged.

He laughed. “I like you, little human.”

I bristled.

He held up his hands in surrender. “It’s a term of endearment where I come from.”

“Where are you from?”

“Originally Italy.”

“When was that, Tony?”

“Nice try, Liz.”

“It was worth the shot.”

“I have a question for you,” he said.

“I’m fully human.”

Tony threw back his head and belly laughed. “That’s not in doubt.”

“How would you know?”

“I know.”

“That’s mysterious.”

He smiled. “As a human,” he started, “how did you even know about my café?”

A voice answered from behind me. “I’d like to know that as well.”

ChapterTwo

“Catherine, thanks for meeting me here,” I responded. Hmm, she wasn’t alone. Mia Fynn stood to the side of the tall, blond talent agent. “Hi, Mia.”

She smiled uncertainly, her bright green eyes wary. “Hi, Liz.”

Mia and I had even more history than Catherine and I did; we’d worked together to solve a series of murders, and it turned out to be a crazy djinn (that’s a genie to most humans). I’m not sure why they were surprised when I put being a reporter first. It was my job. That’s what I did. Still, I knew they felt betrayed that I played an instrumental role in exposing the paranormal underworld at the end of last year. In my defense, we all later learned that this was a good thing. Why it was good was part of my current mission.

“Barbara Knollman told me about the café,” I explained to the three of them. The new mayor had turned out to be a former demon, current angel, head of both the human city council and the paranormal underworld. That had all blown my mind when I learned it last week. And, then when Barbara made her request… well, that’s why I was here. I turned to face the dreamy café owner. Wait, dreamy? No way was I getting involved with a supernatural. I don’t care how good looking and flirtatious he was.

“I guess we’ll need a table for three,” I told Tony.

“Right this way.” The three of us followed Tony to the back of the café. I tried and failed not to appreciate his rear assets. My eyes rolled of their own accord at my ridiculousness. We sat in the green vinyl-covered booth he indicated. When my eyes met his, he waggled his eyebrows at me. Did he know I was checking him out? How? Now my reporter-sense was twitching. I’d find out what manner of supernatural he was eventually. Right now, I had more important matters. I finger waved goodbye at Tony and he sauntered away.

“Not that it isn’t good to see you, Mia, but why are you here?” I asked bluntly.

Mia laughed her tinkling laugh, shaking her head, green hair moving with the motion. She was a nixie, kind of like a mermaid, though don’t tell her that, and could bewitch people with her voice. I knew that firsthand. “Catherine doesn’t trust you,” she answered and I flushed.

“I was just doing my job.”

Catherine held up a hand to stop us from continuing. “It doesn’t matter. Why did you want to meet with me, Liz?” Genuine curiosity shown in her blue eyes, so I hoped the truth would pull her in. I knew better than to lie. She was a natural lie detector; I guess you could call that her superpower.

“You saw the interview I conducted with Barbara last week?” Two heads nodded in response. “After the interview, Barbara asked for my help with an investigation.” Catherine’s expression became more guarded. “She wants me to investigate you, Catherine.”

The object of my investigation sighed and Mia glanced at her quizzically. “She’s telling the truth,” Catherine told Mia. Guess her lie detector could tell I wasn’t being deceitful. Catherine held my gaze. “Barbara has hinted that I’m somehow involved with the supernatural underworld since I moved to Vegas last year to start the talent agency.”

“You have no idea why?”

“No.” I heard the frustration in her voice. “Trust me, I’d love to know. A lot of stuff happened that might have been avoided if I knew.” Her expression turned thoughtful. “Barbara still doesn’t know? Even though she’s been elevated to an angel again?”

I shrugged. “Apparently not. She said you’re the key to something big. That’s what she wants me to investigate.”

“Why you?” Mia asked and I tensed, but her body and expression remained open. That wasn’t a dig at me.

“Maybe because I’ve been covering this story from the beginning?” I laughed. “She did mention my awesome Mythological Being of the Week segment on Entertainment Daily.” I hosted the top-rated entertainment morning show in Las Vegas, and once I unearthed some paranormal secrets, I had found my calling. Audiences ate it up.

Catherine rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that’s a great segment.”

“Sarcasm?”

“Of course not.”

We stared at each other for a beat before she sighed again. “I know you’re telling the truth. I want to know what’s going on, too. So, I guess we can work together.” She bit her lower lip, but I grinned. She might not be happy, but it thrilled me to be on the front line of another paranormal scoop.

“You’ll help, too?” Catherine asked Mia, who was already shaking her head.

“I’d love to, Catherine, you know that. But I have a new movie going into production⁠—”

“Say no more,” Catherine interrupted her. “If you say I can trust Liz enough⁠—”

“Hey!” This time I cut Catherine off. “No need to be rude.”

“I wasn’t being rude, Liz.”

Mia giggled and a sense of calm wrapped the table.

“Watch it with the bewitching,” I warned the nixie.

“Sorry,” she said, though did not seem sorry. “I didn’t want you guys to get off track.” She stared at Catherine. “You’ll know if she’s lying. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“True.”

I clapped my hands in delight and the women smiled. “This will be exciting. I can’t wait to find out what the heck makes you so important.” I mean, yes, she knew if someone was telling the truth or not, but she didn’t have real powers. I didn’t think. Hmm.

The ladies distracted my wandering thoughts by exiting the booth. I hurried to join them.

“I wish you both luck,” Mia said. “Please let me know if I can do anything. I’ll miss working with you on this.”

A pang of regret hit me. We had fun investigating those murders. I genuinely liked Mia. And Catherine, I supposed, though I didn’t know her as well. My mouth opened to respond, but thick white smoke filled the area before us.

Blocking the way out.

ChapterThree

Fear filled me at the thought of being trapped in a fire, though my brain was already registering that I felt no heat and could still breathe. The smoke swirled and began to take shape.

“Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?” Catherine whispered.

I nodded and heard a murmur of agreement from Mia. Noises from others in the café sounded distant somehow. Like there was a barrier between us and them. The smoke, maybe.

The smoke coalesced then cleared, leaving behind a woman. She seemed late twenties with average height and weight. She had long red hair and blue eyes. And wore a jumpsuit of some kind. A pantsuit? But like a onesie. My brain went on a mad scamper to identify her unusual outfit. Then her mouth opened and my brain froze.

“Stop,” she whispered. Her wild gaze flicked between the three of us. Like she was trying to figure out who we were.

“Stop what?” Mia asked.

“Stop,” the woman repeated. She appeared confused.

“Who are you?” I tried. Her eyes focused on me and then widened.

“Elizabeth Addison,” she answered instead.

Something uncomfortable flared at the idea this woman who just appeared in the café knew who I was. “Yes,” I confirmed. “Who are you?” I repeated my question.

“Stop the investigation.”

My eyebrows lifted. “Stop what investigation?”

“When am I?” the woman asked instead, turning her head to take in her surroundings.

“Do you mean, where are you?” Catherine asked.

The woman lasered in on her. “Catherine Rodham.”

In the periphery of my vision, I saw Catherine nod.

“When am I?” the woman repeated.

“April 5, 2019,” I answered.

The woman blew out a frustrated breath. “I was hoping to stop your broadcast.”

That was clearly directed at me. “Which broadcast?”

“I tried to get to you before the broadcast, but I timed it wrong,” she continued like I hadn’t spoken. She shrugged. “It’s not an exact science.”

“What’s not?” I asked.

“Time travel.”

Said so matter of fact, I almost believed I’d misheard. “Time travel?”

“When are you from?” Catherine asked. Guess her lie detector told her the woman was telling the truth – or at least believed she was. She did materialize out of thin air, so there was that.

“2219.”

Silence greeted the date she provided, our brains processing the idea that the woman standing before us had traveled 200 years back in time. To get me to stop my broadcast. Of what? I zeroed back in on that, glad to give my brain something concrete to focus on.

“Which broadcast were you trying to stop? What story did you not want me to tell?”

The time traveler took a step toward me and it was all I could do not to flinch away. Her intensity was intimidating. “You need to stop investigating Catherine Rodham and you need to prevent the integration of the paranormal and human societies.”

A nervous laugh bubbled up. “Oh, is that all?”

The woman frowned. “This is a joke?” Her eyes flashed and now I did take a step back.

“No, it’s not a joke,” Mia jumped in, attempting to smooth things over.

“Your bewitching will not work on me,” the woman informed Mia.

“Who are you?” I asked. This was ridiculous. She was crazy or a paranormal, or both, but it was time to figure that out.

“My name is Rowan Walsh and I died in the year 2219.”

Catherine, Mia, and I exchanged startled glances.

“I’m sorry,” Catherine said, “did you just say you died in the year 2219?”

The woman nodded.

“You’re not just a time traveler, but a time traveling ghost?” My question squeaked out. This meeting had taken a very unexpected turn.