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The Accidental Medium #3
Spell, Don’t Tell
When Paige's sister confesses to stealing money from the mob, Paige wants to return it quick as a wink! But when the handover goes south and the mobster winds up dead, everyone becomes a suspect.
But that's not the only problem at hand. Paige must learn the truth behind her ghostly friend Snow's death. Will she track down the one person who may hold the answers? And even if she finds the person, will they help her? Do they know what really happened to Snow?
And more importantly, things between Grim and Paige are heating up. Will she finally crack his hard exterior shell and they will make a commitment to one another? Or will their relationship fall apart?
Find out all the answers and more in the exciting conclusion to the Accidental Medium series!
But that's not the only problem at hand. Paige must learn the truth behind her ghostly friend Snow's death. Will she track down the one person who may hold the answers? And even if she finds the person, will they help her? Do they know what really happened to Snow?
And more importantly, things between Grim and Paige are heating up. Will she finally crack his hard exterior shell and they will make a commitment to one another? Or will their relationship fall apart?
Find out all the answers and more in the exciting conclusion to the Accidental Medium series!
204 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 27, 2022
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Amy Boyles
156 books1,533 followersHey, I’m Amy,
I write books for folks who crave laugh-out-loud paranormal mysteries. I help bring humor into readers’ lives. I’ve got a Pharm D in pharmacy, a BA in Creative Writing and a Masters in Life.
And when I’m not writing or chasing around two small children (one of which is four going on thirteen), I can be found antique shopping for a great deal, getting my roots touched up (because that’s an every four week job) and figuring out when I can get back to Disney World.
If you’re dying to know more about my wacky life, here are three things you don’t know about me.
—In college I spent a semester at Marvel Comics working in the X-Men office.
—I worked at Carnegie Hall.
—I grew up in a barbecue restaurant—literally. My parents owned one.
If you want to reach out to me—and I love to hear from readers—you can email me at amyboylesauthor@gmail.com.
Happy reading!
I write books for folks who crave laugh-out-loud paranormal mysteries. I help bring humor into readers’ lives. I’ve got a Pharm D in pharmacy, a BA in Creative Writing and a Masters in Life.
And when I’m not writing or chasing around two small children (one of which is four going on thirteen), I can be found antique shopping for a great deal, getting my roots touched up (because that’s an every four week job) and figuring out when I can get back to Disney World.
If you’re dying to know more about my wacky life, here are three things you don’t know about me.
—In college I spent a semester at Marvel Comics working in the X-Men office.
—I worked at Carnegie Hall.
—I grew up in a barbecue restaurant—literally. My parents owned one.
If you want to reach out to me—and I love to hear from readers—you can email me at amyboylesauthor@gmail.com.
Happy reading!
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December 7, 2022
TERRIBLE ENDING!!!!
I am so very disappointed in this ending! All the ending wanted you to do is to start reading her series on Grim to get the answers to this book. Maybe the answers aren’t even in that book either. I will NOT read the Grim series. AWFUL!!!
I am so very disappointed in this ending! All the ending wanted you to do is to start reading her series on Grim to get the answers to this book. Maybe the answers aren’t even in that book either. I will NOT read the Grim series. AWFUL!!!
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November 27, 2022SPELL, DON'T TELL is on sale now! Here's a sneak peek of chapter one!
Chapter One
I first realized my sister and I would never be friends the night she confessed to stealing money from the mob.
Here was the thing: when your eyes were glued to a gym bag overflowing—correction, vomiting—one-hundred-dollar bills, were you supposed to rejoice with glee?
You were if the money was legitimate.
But this situation was far from aboveboard.
“Cammie, what have you done?”
I stared at my sister. She tried to run fingers through her black teased-up hair, but that cobweb of tresses was glued together tightly. She grimaced and her shoulders sank in, making her look small. A gusty sigh rushed from her lungs, and she peered up at me with an apology in her eyes.
“I’m sorry?”
I closed my lids in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Are you asking me if you’re sorry or telling me?”
“Both,” she squeaked.
My lids snapped open. “Where did all this money come from? You’re broke, remember? Using my money to fund your picnics with leprechauns.”
A tiny frown line appeared between her brows. “Leprechauns?”
“Never mind.”
Perhaps I should hit the brakes and back up. My name is Paige Provey, and I’m a middle-aged witch with little control of my gift. That’s not even the most important detail right now as my sister, who is also middle-aged (in fact, she’s older than me and should know better) appeared at the cottage I was staying at a few days ago and has been mooching off me ever since. We’d just buried the hatchet we’d held against one another for our entire lives when I discovered in her possession a gym bag filled with money. It was so stuffed it reminded me of a twice-baked potato bursting with cheese and potato guts.
“Where did this cash come from?” I demanded.
Snow, my resident phantom, floated over from the kitchenette and raked her opaque fingers across the money. She studied it with an eye cocked in curiosity. “There’s so much. You could rent a bigger cabin, Paige.”
Was no one but me concerned about the origins of said cash? “Cammie, if you don’t tell me right now, I’m kicking you out of this cabin tonight.”
Cammie’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Okay, I’ll tell you. I was dating this guy who may or may not have been involved with the mob.”
Cold dread seeped into my chest. “Are you telling me that he was?”
She lifted one shoulder and tipped her head in apology. “He may have been.”
I exhaled and dropped onto the couch. I scraped my fingernails over my scalp, letting them bite into my flesh. The pain felt good. It actually felt more real than this crazy train of a night I was on.
When I looked up, Cammie had her nose tipped to the ceiling and was staring at it as if she were an innocent victim of a stowaway duffel bag filled with dirty money.
“Start at the beginning,” I told her.
Snow floated over and sat by me. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind an ear and gracefully crossed one leg over the other. She entwined her delicate fingers, placing them on her knee, and watched Cammie with all the attention of an enraptured socialite.
“I would love to hear it,” she said.
“It all started when I met Newman, that SOB,” Cammie started.
“Oh, I knew a Newman once,” Snow told us eagerly. “He was tall, dark and handsome.” Her nose wrinkled as if from recalling a troubling memory. “But Newman would sometimes disappear, and then in his place, there would be a dark spot in the sky.”
I patted her hand in sympathy. “I’m pretty sure you’re confusing memories of Superman with your actual life.”
She touched her cherry-red lips. “No, I don’t think so.”
Yes, I think so. I turned back to Cammie. “Keep going.”
Cammie dug through her purse and pulled out a pack of gum. She lifted it in offering, but I turned her down. She unwrapped a stick and shoved it into her mouth, real ladylike.
She spoke through obnoxious smacking. “Well, Newman was all charming and loving at first, and he always had wads of cash—I mean big fistfuls.” She lifted her hands in the shape of claws holding invisible money. “We had a great time until I caught his butt cheating on me.”
Snow shook her head sadly. “Isn’t that the way it always goes? They’re wonderful until they’re cheating on you.” Her gaze darted to the ground. “Yes, that’s how it is.”
“Snow, do you remember something?”
“No, I don’t think so.” She paused before a big bubbly laugh tinkled from her throat. “I was just going on about nonsense. Don’t mind me.”
I watched her carefully for a moment. Snow didn’t recall much from her life as a human, other than that she’d lived in Willow Lake, where I was currently vacationing to recharge my nonexistent writing career after being canceled and humiliated on national television. But instead I was entertaining my thief of a sister and hanging out with ghosts.
You could see how my life was going.
“What happened with Newman?” I asked my sister.
Cammie wretched and spit the gum into her hand. She tossed it into a trash can, mumbling, “Lost its dang flavor after only two seconds. I ain’t ever buying that crap again.”
“Newman?” I impatiently reminded her. “What happened?”
“Oh, right.” She brushed her hands on her thighs. “Well, I caught his butt cheating on me at the hoedown bar and so I broke into his truck and stole this here duffel bag.” She patted the money proudly.
So much to unpack in that sentence. Hoedown bar? She broke into his truck? I decided to push on rather than request details. “Did you know what was in the bag at the time?”
“Nuh-uh. No clue. But I found out when I got it home and opened it.”
My heart seized like the hand of death had reached into my chest and squeezed it. “And you came here? You didn’t return it? Newman may not have even known it was stolen.”
Cammie clicked her tongue in triumph. “Oh, he knew. I smashed out the back window. There was no ignoring that.”
Jeez.
She continued, this time in a more somber voice. “When I got home and peeked inside was when I figured out that I was up a creek without a paddle. I suspected that Newman wasn’t on the up-and-up, and then the money proved it. I was so proud of myself for listening to my instincts.” She tapped her temple smugly. “I’m a real smartie.”
My eye twitched. I was unknowingly housing drug or blood money, and she was proud of herself? I swallowed several deep gulps of air and told myself we could figure this out.
I rose and paced the claustrophobically tiny room. “Okay, we can fix this.”
“Oh, there ain’t no fixing it,” my sister murmured.
“Cammie,” I screeched. She jumped in fear. “This is not the time to contradict me. We, you and me—”
“And me,” Snow offered.
My eyes snapped in her direction. “You do not count. You are a ghost.” I inhaled another gulp of air and closed my eyes, trying to think. “Okay. We’ve got to return the money.”
“No can do.”
My lids flipped open. “What do you mean, no can do?”
Cammie scoffed. “What am I supposed to do? Call my cheating ex-boyfriend and tell him I’ve got his money?”
“Yes.” The word exploded from my mouth. “That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. Cammie, how could you have been so childish? You’re my older sister. You’re supposed to make good decisions, not bad ones.”
She shrugged as if it was no big deal. As if no one would track down a bag stuffed full of cash and kill whoever had stolen it.
“It’ll be fine,” she insisted.
I marched over to the bag, shoved my fist inside and closed my hand around a wad of cash. When I pulled it out, wrapped bills cascaded down my arm and plopped onto the floor. I thrust the fistful of cash under her nose.
“It will not be fine. Newman or his boss will come looking for this, and when they discover that both of us know about the money, they will kill us. Do you understand?”
Her gaze cut to the floor. “But Newman’s nice.”
“Not when it comes to this, he’s not. Cammie, I don’t care what you have to do, but within two days I want this money gone. I want it out of here, and I want to be alive and well.”
When she looked up at me, her eyes glistened with tears. “But he’ll kill me for stealing it.”
So Cammie knew. Of course she did. My sister’s whole we’ll-be-fine display was only an act. I sighed and slumped onto the couch. I opened my fingers, and the cash poured back onto the duffel.
I dropped my forehead into my hands. “You came here as soon as you discovered the money, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And you haven’t spent one dime of it, have you?”
“No.” I heard her gulp. “Paige, what are we gonna do?”
First of all, I nearly spat, it’s not we, it’s you. “Call Newman. Arrange a meeting.”
Her voice thinned. “Where?”
I sighed and slumped back onto the couch. “Out on the lake, someplace secluded.”
“I know just the spot,” Snow offered.
She told us about it, and I nodded. “That sounds perfect—easy to find but remote. Tell Newman that.”
“And what about the gun he’ll be bringing? Or the other men who’ll be ready for us?”
“Leave that to me.”
One side of her mouth curved into a smile. “You gonna call that hottie Grim to help?”
“No, I am not going to call that hottie Grim. I have my own plan. Or I’ll have one by then. Listen, don’t worry about that. I’ll come up with something.”
Cammie watched me cautiously. She knew that I saw ghosts, but she didn’t know the rest—that I possessed powers with a life of their own. Between now and my meeting with Newman, I needed a quick and dirty method of using magic that would scare the mob off Cammie for good. So that she’d never have to worry about them retaliating.
Grim would help, I knew. But our relationship was too young, too fragile for me to call him and announce I was in trouble with the mob. Pretty sure we’d never survive that blow.
No. I had a better idea than dragging him into this.
“I’ll call Newman,” Cammie said suddenly, shoving the money deep into the mouth of the duffel and zipping it tight. “Tomorrow. And then we’ll meet up.” She slung the bag over her shoulder and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Paige. For all of it—appearing on your doorstep, for stealing your money to buy groceries, and for lying.”
I couldn’t spit out a thank-you or even an, I forgive you. By appearing on my doorstep, Cammie had yanked me into this madness. She had dragged me into a relationship with the mob, one I’d never asked for.
As soon as this was over and the money returned, I’d give my sister a hug and show her the door, shoving her over the threshold if need be. How could I trust her after this? After she jeopardized my life?
We were different people—Cammie lived on the fringes, a life of surviving month to month, of loving men fiercely and then collapsing when those relationships crumbled into flaming piles of dog poop only weeks later.
I was the opposite—weighing the pros and cons of situations as if they were the scales of justice. I pondered over consequences before leaping into decisions, and I certainly didn’t date men with thoughtless abandon. Being recently divorced did that to a person.
Take Grim, for instance. We have off-the-charts chemistry. How could we not with his wavy dark hair, eyes that glinted like gemstones, and his muscular body kissed with golden sky. Let me rephrase that, how could I not have chemistry with him?
We do. I do. But the last time we found our bodies touching and my fingernails scraping over his back, he basically said that he promised himself he would never get too attached to a woman. Even though he confessed that, one-half of me wanted to ignore his words and give myself to him totally.
But what a blow that would be to my psyche. I couldn’t survive being emotionally crushed right now. And I would be if I handed the keys to my heart to him (along with my body) and after he turned that key, he then tossed it over his shoulder, where it plunged off a cliff.
My chest tightened just thinking about that.
But back to Cammie.
As she slid the bag into a closet with her foot, shoving it in until it couldn’t be seen (yes, still with her toe), the knowledge that we’d never be friends hit me.
We were sisters, but we would never be anything else. We were too different, unable to understand one another. I would help her become untangled from this mess, but after the duffel bag was back with Newman, I would show my sister the door.
Cammie plopped back on top of the couch, and she pulled the throw blanket up to her chin and nested it between her legs. “So. What do we do now?”
I handed her my phone. “Now you call Newman. Not tomorrow. Now.”
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Chapter One
I first realized my sister and I would never be friends the night she confessed to stealing money from the mob.
Here was the thing: when your eyes were glued to a gym bag overflowing—correction, vomiting—one-hundred-dollar bills, were you supposed to rejoice with glee?
You were if the money was legitimate.
But this situation was far from aboveboard.
“Cammie, what have you done?”
I stared at my sister. She tried to run fingers through her black teased-up hair, but that cobweb of tresses was glued together tightly. She grimaced and her shoulders sank in, making her look small. A gusty sigh rushed from her lungs, and she peered up at me with an apology in her eyes.
“I’m sorry?”
I closed my lids in frustration and pinched the bridge of my nose. “Are you asking me if you’re sorry or telling me?”
“Both,” she squeaked.
My lids snapped open. “Where did all this money come from? You’re broke, remember? Using my money to fund your picnics with leprechauns.”
A tiny frown line appeared between her brows. “Leprechauns?”
“Never mind.”
Perhaps I should hit the brakes and back up. My name is Paige Provey, and I’m a middle-aged witch with little control of my gift. That’s not even the most important detail right now as my sister, who is also middle-aged (in fact, she’s older than me and should know better) appeared at the cottage I was staying at a few days ago and has been mooching off me ever since. We’d just buried the hatchet we’d held against one another for our entire lives when I discovered in her possession a gym bag filled with money. It was so stuffed it reminded me of a twice-baked potato bursting with cheese and potato guts.
“Where did this cash come from?” I demanded.
Snow, my resident phantom, floated over from the kitchenette and raked her opaque fingers across the money. She studied it with an eye cocked in curiosity. “There’s so much. You could rent a bigger cabin, Paige.”
Was no one but me concerned about the origins of said cash? “Cammie, if you don’t tell me right now, I’m kicking you out of this cabin tonight.”
Cammie’s eyes brimmed with tears. “Okay, I’ll tell you. I was dating this guy who may or may not have been involved with the mob.”
Cold dread seeped into my chest. “Are you telling me that he was?”
She lifted one shoulder and tipped her head in apology. “He may have been.”
I exhaled and dropped onto the couch. I scraped my fingernails over my scalp, letting them bite into my flesh. The pain felt good. It actually felt more real than this crazy train of a night I was on.
When I looked up, Cammie had her nose tipped to the ceiling and was staring at it as if she were an innocent victim of a stowaway duffel bag filled with dirty money.
“Start at the beginning,” I told her.
Snow floated over and sat by me. She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind an ear and gracefully crossed one leg over the other. She entwined her delicate fingers, placing them on her knee, and watched Cammie with all the attention of an enraptured socialite.
“I would love to hear it,” she said.
“It all started when I met Newman, that SOB,” Cammie started.
“Oh, I knew a Newman once,” Snow told us eagerly. “He was tall, dark and handsome.” Her nose wrinkled as if from recalling a troubling memory. “But Newman would sometimes disappear, and then in his place, there would be a dark spot in the sky.”
I patted her hand in sympathy. “I’m pretty sure you’re confusing memories of Superman with your actual life.”
She touched her cherry-red lips. “No, I don’t think so.”
Yes, I think so. I turned back to Cammie. “Keep going.”
Cammie dug through her purse and pulled out a pack of gum. She lifted it in offering, but I turned her down. She unwrapped a stick and shoved it into her mouth, real ladylike.
She spoke through obnoxious smacking. “Well, Newman was all charming and loving at first, and he always had wads of cash—I mean big fistfuls.” She lifted her hands in the shape of claws holding invisible money. “We had a great time until I caught his butt cheating on me.”
Snow shook her head sadly. “Isn’t that the way it always goes? They’re wonderful until they’re cheating on you.” Her gaze darted to the ground. “Yes, that’s how it is.”
“Snow, do you remember something?”
“No, I don’t think so.” She paused before a big bubbly laugh tinkled from her throat. “I was just going on about nonsense. Don’t mind me.”
I watched her carefully for a moment. Snow didn’t recall much from her life as a human, other than that she’d lived in Willow Lake, where I was currently vacationing to recharge my nonexistent writing career after being canceled and humiliated on national television. But instead I was entertaining my thief of a sister and hanging out with ghosts.
You could see how my life was going.
“What happened with Newman?” I asked my sister.
Cammie wretched and spit the gum into her hand. She tossed it into a trash can, mumbling, “Lost its dang flavor after only two seconds. I ain’t ever buying that crap again.”
“Newman?” I impatiently reminded her. “What happened?”
“Oh, right.” She brushed her hands on her thighs. “Well, I caught his butt cheating on me at the hoedown bar and so I broke into his truck and stole this here duffel bag.” She patted the money proudly.
So much to unpack in that sentence. Hoedown bar? She broke into his truck? I decided to push on rather than request details. “Did you know what was in the bag at the time?”
“Nuh-uh. No clue. But I found out when I got it home and opened it.”
My heart seized like the hand of death had reached into my chest and squeezed it. “And you came here? You didn’t return it? Newman may not have even known it was stolen.”
Cammie clicked her tongue in triumph. “Oh, he knew. I smashed out the back window. There was no ignoring that.”
Jeez.
She continued, this time in a more somber voice. “When I got home and peeked inside was when I figured out that I was up a creek without a paddle. I suspected that Newman wasn’t on the up-and-up, and then the money proved it. I was so proud of myself for listening to my instincts.” She tapped her temple smugly. “I’m a real smartie.”
My eye twitched. I was unknowingly housing drug or blood money, and she was proud of herself? I swallowed several deep gulps of air and told myself we could figure this out.
I rose and paced the claustrophobically tiny room. “Okay, we can fix this.”
“Oh, there ain’t no fixing it,” my sister murmured.
“Cammie,” I screeched. She jumped in fear. “This is not the time to contradict me. We, you and me—”
“And me,” Snow offered.
My eyes snapped in her direction. “You do not count. You are a ghost.” I inhaled another gulp of air and closed my eyes, trying to think. “Okay. We’ve got to return the money.”
“No can do.”
My lids flipped open. “What do you mean, no can do?”
Cammie scoffed. “What am I supposed to do? Call my cheating ex-boyfriend and tell him I’ve got his money?”
“Yes.” The word exploded from my mouth. “That’s exactly what you’re supposed to do. Cammie, how could you have been so childish? You’re my older sister. You’re supposed to make good decisions, not bad ones.”
She shrugged as if it was no big deal. As if no one would track down a bag stuffed full of cash and kill whoever had stolen it.
“It’ll be fine,” she insisted.
I marched over to the bag, shoved my fist inside and closed my hand around a wad of cash. When I pulled it out, wrapped bills cascaded down my arm and plopped onto the floor. I thrust the fistful of cash under her nose.
“It will not be fine. Newman or his boss will come looking for this, and when they discover that both of us know about the money, they will kill us. Do you understand?”
Her gaze cut to the floor. “But Newman’s nice.”
“Not when it comes to this, he’s not. Cammie, I don’t care what you have to do, but within two days I want this money gone. I want it out of here, and I want to be alive and well.”
When she looked up at me, her eyes glistened with tears. “But he’ll kill me for stealing it.”
So Cammie knew. Of course she did. My sister’s whole we’ll-be-fine display was only an act. I sighed and slumped onto the couch. I opened my fingers, and the cash poured back onto the duffel.
I dropped my forehead into my hands. “You came here as soon as you discovered the money, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And you haven’t spent one dime of it, have you?”
“No.” I heard her gulp. “Paige, what are we gonna do?”
First of all, I nearly spat, it’s not we, it’s you. “Call Newman. Arrange a meeting.”
Her voice thinned. “Where?”
I sighed and slumped back onto the couch. “Out on the lake, someplace secluded.”
“I know just the spot,” Snow offered.
She told us about it, and I nodded. “That sounds perfect—easy to find but remote. Tell Newman that.”
“And what about the gun he’ll be bringing? Or the other men who’ll be ready for us?”
“Leave that to me.”
One side of her mouth curved into a smile. “You gonna call that hottie Grim to help?”
“No, I am not going to call that hottie Grim. I have my own plan. Or I’ll have one by then. Listen, don’t worry about that. I’ll come up with something.”
Cammie watched me cautiously. She knew that I saw ghosts, but she didn’t know the rest—that I possessed powers with a life of their own. Between now and my meeting with Newman, I needed a quick and dirty method of using magic that would scare the mob off Cammie for good. So that she’d never have to worry about them retaliating.
Grim would help, I knew. But our relationship was too young, too fragile for me to call him and announce I was in trouble with the mob. Pretty sure we’d never survive that blow.
No. I had a better idea than dragging him into this.
“I’ll call Newman,” Cammie said suddenly, shoving the money deep into the mouth of the duffel and zipping it tight. “Tomorrow. And then we’ll meet up.” She slung the bag over her shoulder and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Paige. For all of it—appearing on your doorstep, for stealing your money to buy groceries, and for lying.”
I couldn’t spit out a thank-you or even an, I forgive you. By appearing on my doorstep, Cammie had yanked me into this madness. She had dragged me into a relationship with the mob, one I’d never asked for.
As soon as this was over and the money returned, I’d give my sister a hug and show her the door, shoving her over the threshold if need be. How could I trust her after this? After she jeopardized my life?
We were different people—Cammie lived on the fringes, a life of surviving month to month, of loving men fiercely and then collapsing when those relationships crumbled into flaming piles of dog poop only weeks later.
I was the opposite—weighing the pros and cons of situations as if they were the scales of justice. I pondered over consequences before leaping into decisions, and I certainly didn’t date men with thoughtless abandon. Being recently divorced did that to a person.
Take Grim, for instance. We have off-the-charts chemistry. How could we not with his wavy dark hair, eyes that glinted like gemstones, and his muscular body kissed with golden sky. Let me rephrase that, how could I not have chemistry with him?
We do. I do. But the last time we found our bodies touching and my fingernails scraping over his back, he basically said that he promised himself he would never get too attached to a woman. Even though he confessed that, one-half of me wanted to ignore his words and give myself to him totally.
But what a blow that would be to my psyche. I couldn’t survive being emotionally crushed right now. And I would be if I handed the keys to my heart to him (along with my body) and after he turned that key, he then tossed it over his shoulder, where it plunged off a cliff.
My chest tightened just thinking about that.
But back to Cammie.
As she slid the bag into a closet with her foot, shoving it in until it couldn’t be seen (yes, still with her toe), the knowledge that we’d never be friends hit me.
We were sisters, but we would never be anything else. We were too different, unable to understand one another. I would help her become untangled from this mess, but after the duffel bag was back with Newman, I would show my sister the door.
Cammie plopped back on top of the couch, and she pulled the throw blanket up to her chin and nested it between her legs. “So. What do we do now?”
I handed her my phone. “Now you call Newman. Not tomorrow. Now.”
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October 11, 2023
I like this kind of “scary” book, not all blood guts or bad language! Just spirits, darklings, and a cute story line! Loved the voice of the narrator!
November 25, 2025
"Spell, Don't Tell" is the third book in "The Accidental Medium" series by Amy Boyles. This book had me feeling a few different emotions. There was a lot going on in this book, and the ending has me questioning all kinds of things. I liked the fact that Paige is trying to help her ghost friend, Snow, figure out what happened to her. I chuckled at the scene where Snow was reading a book about the afterlife. At first, I was bummed that there isn't a book four in the series, but after reading reviews, I see there is the Spinoff series about Grim. I will definitely be heading to that series next because I am hooked and invested in this story.
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January 20, 2023Not Quite the End
The final book in the series begins where book 2 ends, with Cammie admitting to theft. Uncomfortable and ready to rid herself of her carefree sister's escapades, Paige works with Cammie to return stolen goods, as well as help Snow, who needs closure to cross over.
There's no wild west shoot-out during the drop-off, but the boss makes a fiery exit, adding another mystery for Paige, Fannie and eventually Grim to investigate. At this point, Cammie's deviation from nonchalance is awkward, so awkward that her sister questions her emotional response to the incident because it is not authentic to her character. Additionally, the ties that each henchman and woman have to the boss is hilarious and unfathomable. Yet each pretends to be concerned and willing to help. What an entanglement.
Snow becomes a useful sleuth after learning the truth about her her entrapment and death. It's because of her that what has been lost is now found. And after all of the drama unfolds about a formidable creature that's impervious to various attacks, Boyles ends the book by closing Snow's chapter, paving the way for a series about Cammie and Ferguson, and ending with the affliction of a beloved character. Thus, if readers' curiosity has been piqued, transition into the next series featuring him.
The final book in the series begins where book 2 ends, with Cammie admitting to theft. Uncomfortable and ready to rid herself of her carefree sister's escapades, Paige works with Cammie to return stolen goods, as well as help Snow, who needs closure to cross over.
There's no wild west shoot-out during the drop-off, but the boss makes a fiery exit, adding another mystery for Paige, Fannie and eventually Grim to investigate. At this point, Cammie's deviation from nonchalance is awkward, so awkward that her sister questions her emotional response to the incident because it is not authentic to her character. Additionally, the ties that each henchman and woman have to the boss is hilarious and unfathomable. Yet each pretends to be concerned and willing to help. What an entanglement.
Snow becomes a useful sleuth after learning the truth about her her entrapment and death. It's because of her that what has been lost is now found. And after all of the drama unfolds about a formidable creature that's impervious to various attacks, Boyles ends the book by closing Snow's chapter, paving the way for a series about Cammie and Ferguson, and ending with the affliction of a beloved character. Thus, if readers' curiosity has been piqued, transition into the next series featuring him.
December 19, 2022
Not the ending I expected (Some spoilers ahead)
The book was amazing and way too short for my taste. Knowing it was the last book in this series, I was sad that it would end with this book but psyched for Grim and Paige because surely, they'd end up together. And then they didn't and the book was over and I don't know how I feel about this ending. They are not together. The End. Or is it? Once I figured out that Grim is getting his own limited book series, I was super excited. There's a chance for a happy ending after all. I guess only time will tell. Definitely recommend this three book series!
The book was amazing and way too short for my taste. Knowing it was the last book in this series, I was sad that it would end with this book but psyched for Grim and Paige because surely, they'd end up together. And then they didn't and the book was over and I don't know how I feel about this ending. They are not together. The End. Or is it? Once I figured out that Grim is getting his own limited book series, I was super excited. There's a chance for a happy ending after all. I guess only time will tell. Definitely recommend this three book series!
January 13, 2023
Holy cow! This book had me sucked in. It's a solid 4.5 and the only reason it isn't a 5 is because there are editing error in several places (mixing character's names up & more) that throw off the flow and became a little annoying. Paige & Grim grow closer and have another monster to eradicate from their sleepy, or not so sleepy, little town. They solve the mystery of how Snow ended up in "the book" and open up possibilities for locating the book, as well as solving the mystery of the monster they hunt. I figured a few things out, but didn't see the ending unfolding like it did. Looking forward to Grim being released in a couple of days.
January 18, 2026
I really enjoyed the world Amy Boyles has created in the Accidental Medium series. The romance reader in me enjoyed the development of her relationship with Grim. This book was a solid five star read until the end. I have knocked one star off for that reason. I love the world Amy Boyles has created in this series. The ending of the book left the characters in a place that is extremely disappointing, though. From looking at Amy Boyles catalog I believe there might be a spin-off series that continues the story but I have not checked it out yet to know for sure. This series as a whole is fantastic and I want to read more!
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October 31, 2024This was probably my least favorite “mystery” of the 3 as it revolved around Paige’s selfish sister getting herself into trouble. I enjoyed the cliffhanger of book 2 leading into this, though. I can’t say I’m totally on board with the Grimm/Paige romance (I listened to these on audio so I’m probably spelling all the names wrong). Their whole will they/wont they, can’t commit, but she’s his “muse,” bla bla is just unbelievable and cheesy to me. A lot of people say the ending is a non-ending, but I liked it. I’d read more of Paige, but if she’s done with the series,no feel satisfied.
January 16, 2023
This book was a little predictable in parts but I still really liked it. It was for sure entertaining. Paige’s sister Cammie is always in some sort of mess and one in particular ends in a death and a mystery to uncover. Who killed this person, where is the “book” and what happened to snow. You get answers to all of that in this book.
Grim and Paige’s relationship blossoms more and you get some of Grims past.
The ending sets it up for Grims books and I’m interested to see how his POV goes.
Grim and Paige’s relationship blossoms more and you get some of Grims past.
The ending sets it up for Grims books and I’m interested to see how his POV goes.
May 27, 2025
Eh, I feel like this one was very heavy handed with the emotional side of things. I listened to the last half hour on 1.5x speed. I don't know if it would be more tolerable reading rather than listening but I did get fed up with the protagonist taking forever to realise things that are heavy-handedly dropped into the plot.
If you want a bit of fun this is fine, but the continued soap-opera-like cliffhangers do my head in.
If you want a bit of fun this is fine, but the continued soap-opera-like cliffhangers do my head in.
November 28, 2022
Review
It was good up to the end. I don't like books that leave you hanging. It should have at least given the area where Grim was and Paige going on a hunt for him or at least have Paige finding a cure and then having to find Grim. Now I have to start a new series that probably doesn't involve Paige.
It was good up to the end. I don't like books that leave you hanging. It should have at least given the area where Grim was and Paige going on a hunt for him or at least have Paige finding a cure and then having to find Grim. Now I have to start a new series that probably doesn't involve Paige.
August 4, 2024
Entertaining story. Engaging characters, paranormal goings-on, some romance. Paige learns that she has supernatural powers, discovering that she's able to extricate herself from threatening situations by drawing on the special powers of supernatural people near her, for instance, getting away from a monster by tying it up with vines when she's on her way home from visiting a witch who has plant magic. Interesting concept with a fun plot. I look forward to more books by this author.
December 31, 2024
The FMC showed more maturity and growth, which I enjoyed. The character introduced in the last book stayed for this one, and that continued to be beneficial to the storyline. It was a rocky start for book one, but books 2 and 3 were satisfying. If you're looking for a lighthearted, quick, simple read, this is it.
April 4, 2025
Is Paige falling in love with a monster hunter?
I felt like I was in the adventure with Paige. Along with Grim her boyfriend, Paige tries to solve a murder. When Grim destroys the monster, he gets infected with the same thing that infected the monster. Can he be cured before he turns completely into a murdering monster? Its a problem for them to solve.
I felt like I was in the adventure with Paige. Along with Grim her boyfriend, Paige tries to solve a murder. When Grim destroys the monster, he gets infected with the same thing that infected the monster. Can he be cured before he turns completely into a murdering monster? Its a problem for them to solve.
August 20, 2025
Another monster.
There’s yet a new problem for Paige and Grim. It’s a great continuation of the problems they are already experiencing. Snow’s story also continues which leads in a direction I didn’t expect. This leading into Grim having his own series. Which I also didn’t know but I’m definitely interested in reading.
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There’s yet a new problem for Paige and Grim. It’s a great continuation of the problems they are already experiencing. Snow’s story also continues which leads in a direction I didn’t expect. This leading into Grim having his own series. Which I also didn’t know but I’m definitely interested in reading.
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November 29, 2022
Spell, Don’t Tell
Good book. Good series. Love the storyline. Enjoyable characters with unique lives. The only compliant is how she talked about Grim’s looks and every feeling she had form him. Every time it happened it wasn’t fun. Everything else was great.
Good book. Good series. Love the storyline. Enjoyable characters with unique lives. The only compliant is how she talked about Grim’s looks and every feeling she had form him. Every time it happened it wasn’t fun. Everything else was great.
January 24, 2023
great storyline
This is a great well written, entertaining series. The main character enters the with writer’s block and finds her calling throughout the series. The characters are fun and add a lot to the story line. I highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys a witch’s tale.
This is a great well written, entertaining series. The main character enters the with writer’s block and finds her calling throughout the series. The characters are fun and add a lot to the story line. I highly recommend this to anyone who enjoys a witch’s tale.
January 25, 2023
I love this series!
I hope that there will still be Paige, Estelle, Cammie, and Abe in this series. I have grown to love this series and hope to read more of Paige helping to solve other ghost mysteries. Please continue the Accidental Medium series.
I hope that there will still be Paige, Estelle, Cammie, and Abe in this series. I have grown to love this series and hope to read more of Paige helping to solve other ghost mysteries. Please continue the Accidental Medium series.
February 5, 2023
I had actually read Grim before I read this one so I knew what was coming next. It did not spoil my enjoyment of this book. It is clear on what happened to Paige to enable her to see ghosts and you find out how Snow got in the book in first place.
July 21, 2023
Spoilers
I only struggled through this book to wrap up the story. AND it was a cliff hanger to another series of three!!!! Which the third one won’t be out until next March. Seriously BAH!!!
Don’t care enough
I only struggled through this book to wrap up the story. AND it was a cliff hanger to another series of three!!!! Which the third one won’t be out until next March. Seriously BAH!!!
Don’t care enough
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
August 26, 2023
Sad and lonely can cause terrible things
How to clean your being from the need to kill is a question. This book looks at what happens to people who are infected with the need to kill.. even the best person can become infected. Read for yourself and see what happens.
How to clean your being from the need to kill is a question. This book looks at what happens to people who are infected with the need to kill.. even the best person can become infected. Read for yourself and see what happens.
April 1, 2024
annoyed but still gonna read
So the book ends on a huge cliffhanger and moves into a completely different series which I find irritating. Doesn’t mean I won’t read them but…it also is just too cliched and the ending is too neatly tied up. I think it could’ve been better done.
So the book ends on a huge cliffhanger and moves into a completely different series which I find irritating. Doesn’t mean I won’t read them but…it also is just too cliched and the ending is too neatly tied up. I think it could’ve been better done.
October 9, 2024
Fun and really a great book. I loved the mystery and I love how the characters begin to develop. I don’t think the next book is out yet which is disappointing to me. I’m hoping that either I am mistaken or that it will be out very soon.
June 28, 2025
Loved It!
This was a really good series! I loved the storyline as well as the chemistry between Grim and Paige. Paige’s sister Cammie was a character I ended up loving. I can’t wait to read Grim’s books.
This was a really good series! I loved the storyline as well as the chemistry between Grim and Paige. Paige’s sister Cammie was a character I ended up loving. I can’t wait to read Grim’s books.
November 30, 2022
Oh so tangled
Things were Grim read this series to find out why! So many mysteries and plot twists the out come looked good but than everything turned Grim! You must read it!
Things were Grim read this series to find out why! So many mysteries and plot twists the out come looked good but than everything turned Grim! You must read it!
December 1, 2022
A cliffhanger
Another excellent book from Amy Boyles. It left me wanting more and more. Can't wait to read more about Grims story
Another excellent book from Amy Boyles. It left me wanting more and more. Can't wait to read more about Grims story
December 22, 2022
Just when things were looking good between Paige and Grim...
December 25, 2022
Love this series!
I really enjoy this series! It was filled with witches and magic, love and laughter, leprechauns and dating, monsters and ghosts.
I really enjoy this series! It was filled with witches and magic, love and laughter, leprechauns and dating, monsters and ghosts.
January 1, 2023
Really tired of the Grim bait and switch.
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