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Look Both Ways

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by Carol J. Perry
 

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In Salem, Massachusetts, there are secret everywhere--even in the furniture. . .

When Lee Barrett spots the same style oak bureau she once had as a child on the WICH-TV show, Shopping Salem, she rushes to the antiques shop and buys the piece. Just like the beloved bureau she lost in a fire, this one has secret compartments. It also comes with an

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In Salem, Massachusetts, there are secret everywhere--even in the furniture. . .

When Lee Barrett spots the same style oak bureau she once had as a child on the WICH-TV show, Shopping Salem, she rushes to the antiques shop and buys the piece. Just like the beloved bureau she lost in a fire, this one has secret compartments. It also comes with an intriguing history--it was purchased in an estate sale from a home where a famous local murder took place.

The day after the bureau is delivered, Lee returns to the antiques shop and finds the owner dead. The police suspect the shop owner's unscrupulous business partner, but Lee wonders if the murder is connected to her new furniture. At least part of the answer may be revealed through a mirror in the bureau, tarnished and blackened, allowing Lee to tap into her psychic visions. Using this bureau of investigation, Lee may be able to furnish her policeman beau with the evidence needed to catch the killer--before the next one to be shut up is her. . .

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Kirkus Reviews
2015-08-18
A Salem woman trying to manage the power of her psychic energy attempts to interpret the meaning of a vision tied to a piece of furniture and a murder that's already been solved to everyone else's satisfaction. Maralee "Lee" Barrett's Aunt Ibby happens to be watching the local television station's Shopping Salem when she sees an old-fashioned oak bureau that's the twin of one Lee grew up with. Lee's still buying furniture to replace what she lost in a recent fire (Tails, You Lose, 2015); when she gets to the store to buy the bureau from Shea Tolliver, she's thrilled to discover that the similarities between this bureau and her last one include the secret hiding compartments she loved so much as a child. Shea warns Lee that the bureau has a checkered history; it's from the house where the famed Helena Trent murder took place. This doesn't bother Lee initially, but when she returns to visit Shea and discovers her corpse, she wonders if someone from the Trent murder is involved. She asks for help from Aunt Ibby and, of course, O'Ryan; even though he's a cat, he's pointed paws to some good insights in the past. And Lee has other pluses when it comes to looking into the secrets behind Shea's murder. Not only is she dating Pete Mondello, one of the town's local detectives, but she's got a bit of second sight into the past herself. Her history as a scryer (or gazer) means she can see visions in dark surfaces. Though this dubious power's gotten her in trouble in the past, she hopes to control it long enough this time to find out the truth. Perry's fans, who are likely more invested in the sweet character interactions and long-term development than the intrusive question of whodunit, will find this perfectly relaxing and readable.
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"I really enjoy C.S.E Cooney's narration of this story, she does a great job." ---Books, Movies, Reviews! Oh My!

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781617733734
Publisher:
Kensington
Publication date:
10/27/2015
Series:
A Witch City Mystery Series , #3
Pages:
352
Sales rank:
156,380
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Look Both Ways


By Carol J. Perry

KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

Copyright © 2015 Carol J. Perry
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61773-374-1


CHAPTER 1

"Maralee, come here. You won't believe this!"

I hurried from my sparsely furnished bedroom to the kitchen, where Aunt Ibby sat on an unpainted and slightly wobbly wooden stool. She pointed to the new TV, which was propped against a carton of books on the granite countertop.

"Look," she said. "It's exactly the same, isn't it?"

I pulled up a faded folding beach chair and peered at the screen. "You're right," I said, watching as a tall, gray-haired woman opened and closed the top drawer of an oak bureau. "It looks just like mine. What show is this?"

"Shopping Salem," she said. "It's new. The WICH-TV reporter goes around the city, interviewing shop owners. You should go right over there and buy that bureau before somebody else grabs it. Lord knows, you need furniture. Sitting out there on the new fire escape would be more comfortable than this thing." She rocked back and forth on the wobbly stool.

I sighed. "I know."

My sixty-something, ball-of-fire aunt had recently turned the third floor of the old family home on Salem's historic Winter Street into an apartment for me. I was delighted to have the private space, but selecting furnishings had become an unexpected challenge. Who knew that deciding between red and blue, modern and traditional, oak and walnut could be so bewildering?

So far all I'd bought for my spacious new digs was a king-size bed, the television set, a coffeemaker, and a scratching post for our resident cat, O'Ryan — supplemented with assorted temporary seating brought up from the cellar.

I'm Lee Barrett, née Maralee Kowalski, aged thirty-one, red-haired, and Salem born. I was orphaned early, married once, and widowed young. I was raised by my librarian aunt, Isobel Russell, in this house, and I returned home, to my roots, nearly a year ago.

"You'd better get going," Aunt Ibby said. "A handsome bureau like that will get snapped up in no time. The shop's called Tolliver's Antiques and Uniques. It's on Bridge Street. Won't take you but a minute to drive over there." She tossed her paper coffee cup into the recycling bag next to the sink. "And you might pick up some proper coffee cups while you're there."

I had a special reason — besides my obvious dearth of furnishings — to want this particular piece. An identical one had long ago adorned my childhood bedroom and had later been relegated to the attic. Sadly, it had been destroyed by a fire that pretty much ruined the top two floors of our house. The damage to the structure had been nicely repaired, but the contents of the rooms, including my bureau, had proven pretty much irreplaceable.

"Do you suppose hers has little secret compartments like mine did?" I wondered aloud.

"It does," she said. "The shop owner said that it has six and that she'll give whoever buys it directions on how to open them."

"It's been a while, but I think I can remember all of them," I said. "But maybe that one is different."

"Only one way to find out," she said, and within minutes I was driving along Bridge Street, convertible top down, enjoying the bright June morning and looking forward to adding one more piece of furniture to my apartment, and reclaiming a happy childhood memory at the same time.

Tolliver's Antiques and Uniques wasn't hard to find. The shop's weathered silvery-gray exterior featured a purple door. Bright pink petunias in purple window boxes added more color, and the lavender shield-shaped sign suspended over the doorway spelled out the name of the place in black Olde English lettering. I parked on a hot-top driveway next to the building and hurried inside. A bell over the door jingled a welcome, and the gray-haired woman I'd seen on television stepped from behind beaded curtains, right hand extended.

"Hello. I'm Shea Tolliver," she said, "Welcome to my shop." Her handshake was firm, her smile genuine, and the gray hair clearly of the premature variety.

"Hello," I said. "I'm Lee Barrett. I saw you on television this morning. I'm interested in that five-drawer bureau."

"Yes, a lovely piece. It was made by a little known Salem cabinetmaker back in ..." She stopped mid-sentence and looked at me intently. "I've seen you on television, too. You were the psychic medium on that Nightshades show before it got canceled."

She was right. I'd worked in television, one way or another, ever since I graduated from Emerson College. I smiled and held up both hands in protest. "That was me," I admitted. "But I promise I'm not a psychic — just played one on TV. These days I'm teaching TV Production 101 at the Tabitha Trumbull Academy of the Arts — better known around here as the Tabby."

She laughed. "Quite a switch. From soothsayer to schoolmarm."

"You're right," I agreed. "But teachers get the summer off, and I'm planning to spend some of this one furnishing a new apartment."

"Well, you couldn't go wrong with that bureau," she said. "Good looking, useful, and secret compartments to boot."

"I know. I had one exactly like it when I was a kid. Mine burned up in a fire."

"No kidding. What a shame. The cabinetmaker made only three ... that we know of. If yours is gone, there may be only two left — mine and one I saw in a New York shop, where the dealer showed me how it worked. I'd never have figured it out by myself." She parted the beaded curtains. "I found this one at an estate sale, and I don't think the owner even knew about the secret spaces. Come on back here and take a look."

I followed her into a back room. What a nostalgia rush! It was as though my own bureau had been magically restored, every curlicue and drawer pull exactly as I remembered. I reached out and stroked the polished top.

"This is it," I said. "How much?"

The price she quoted was steep, but not unreasonable.

"If you'll throw in those white ironstone coffee mugs over there," I said, remembering Aunt Ibby's plea, "you've got a deal. Is a credit card okay?"

"It's a deal, and a credit card is fine."

"Will you hold on to the bureau for a day or so, while I round up a truck and some extra muscle to help me get it home?"

I wasn't sure where the truck was going to come from, but I knew police detective Pete Mondello would be ready and willing to lend the muscle. Pete and I had become kind of a steady item since I'd come home, and I was pretty sure he was looking forward to me having a place of my own as much as I was!

"No worries about that," she said. "My delivery guy is due here any minute. You'll have your bureau by this afternoon, no extra charge. You're sure you remember where all the compartments are?"

"I think so." I touched each spot that I thought might hide a tiny compartment. "That's where mine were. Is it the same?"

"Sure is." She handed me a blank index card. "Just write down your address. And in case you forget, I'll put the directions for opening all of them in the top drawer."

"Perfect," I said. I did as she asked and handed back the index card. She tucked it into the cash register drawer.

I swiped my credit card while she wrapped four mugs in lavender tissue, put them in a purple bag, and handed it to me. "Come back again soon, Lee."

"You can count on it, Shea."

"I will." She smiled. "By the way, there is one thing I guess I should tell you."

"What's that?" I asked.

"The estate your bureau came from ... A kind of famous murder happened there. That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Murder?"

Shea dropped her voice. "The Helena Trent murder."

I shrugged. "Sorry," I said. "Doesn't ring a bell."

Her eyes widened. "Really? It was all over the news. In the papers for months."

"I've been away from Salem for quite a long time," I said. "Like about ten years."

"Oh. That would explain it. Anyway, they caught the guy. It was her husband, Tommy Trent. I just thought you should know your bureau came from a house where somebody got killed. That's all."

"I'll ask my aunt to fill me in about that murder," I said. "She's a reference librarian, and she knows something about darned near everything. But it won't affect my love for the bureau," I promised. "Was there anything interesting in the secret compartments?"

She grinned. "Naturally, I opened them all as soon as I got it into the shop."

"And?"

"Nothing valuable, but sort of interesting. You'll see. I left everything just the way it was so the new owner — I guess that's you — can enjoy the discovery." Shea walked with me to the purple door. "I just wanted to be sure you don't mind about ... you know ... the murder, what with all the psychic stuff you did on TV."

"It was just a job," I said. "No big deal." I took another look around the store, noticing a Tiffany-style lamp, a pair of Victorian brass candlesticks, and a really pretty cut-glass punch bowl. "I'll definitely be back soon to shop some more."

"Good," she said. "I can use the business."

"Slow, is it?"

"Not too bad." She shrugged. "Tourist season hasn't really started yet. It'll get better. It's just that I had a partner who kind of took off with a chunk of our joint bank account."

"Sorry," I said, stepping out into the sunshine and pausing on the top step. "Someone you really trusted, I suppose."

"Yep. That's the worst of it. But I'll land on my feet. Always have."

"Just like a cat," I said, thinking of O'Ryan, our big, yellow-striped boy. "Well, good luck. I'll head for home and wait for my bureau."

I parked the convertible in the garage behind the house, picked up the purple bag, and headed through the garden to the back door. Low bushes of "almost ready for picking" blueberries lined the path, and the thought of Aunt Ibby's famous blueberry pies and muffins reminded me that I'd skipped breakfast. I let myself into the back hall and was welcomed by a big, soft cat doing figure eights around my ankles.

"Is that you, Maralee?" My aunt's voice came from the kitchen. "Did you get it?"

I bent to pat O'Ryan and pushed the kitchen door open. "Sure did. It'll be delivered today. You were right. It's exactly like mine, and in even better condition."

"I can hardly wait to see it," she said. "You know, I've always been surprised by how clean and modern the lines are, and how cleverly the compartments are disguised."

"Shea Tolliver — that's the owner's name — says there may be only two of them left in the world. This one, and one in New York. The cabinetmaker made only three that she knows of. Of course, we know what happened to the third one."

"The fire. What a shame." A momentary look of sadness crossed her face, and then she smiled. "But what luck that you are blessed to own two of the three."

"Lucky for sure," I agreed. "Guess I'll call Pete and invite him over to see it. He doesn't know about the secret compartments. I'm going to wait until he's here to open them."

"Any idea what's in them?"

"Not really. Shea says it's nothing valuable, but she left them as they were when she bought it. It'll be fun, anyway. Besides, Pete will be glad I've finally bought a piece of furniture. He thought I'd never get started."

"Can't blame him for thinking that," she said. "Have you had anything to eat, Maralee? You ran off without breakfast. Want an English muffin?"

"Love one," I said as I punched in Pete's number. "And look." I put the purple bag on the counter. "I got some coffee mugs."

She smiled her approval and popped an English muffin into the toaster.

Pete answered on the first ring. "Hi, Lee. I was just thinking about you."

"Good," I said. "What were you thinking?"

"Just wondering how the furniture shopping is going."

"You'll be proud of me. I bought a bureau this morning."

"Good for you." I could hear the smile in his voice. "I have tonight off. Can I come over and see it?"

"Absolutely. I was calling to invite you to dinner."

"Great. I'll be there. Around six?"

"Yep. I'll cook dinner on my new stove."

"Got dishes yet?"

"Nope! I'll figure something out." O'Ryan streaked past me toward the front door. "Oh, oh, there goes O'Ryan. The deliveryman must be here already." The cat always knows when someone is coming — and which door they're coming to. I heard the chime. "Gotta go. See you tonight."

There are two entrances to our house. The front door opens onto Winter Street, and there's a back door facing Oliver Street. The latter one opens onto a narrow hall, with one door leading to Aunt Ibby's kitchen and another leading to a stairway that goes up two flights to my apartment.

I headed for the front hall, while Aunt Ibby ladled homemade strawberry jam onto the hot English muffin. I opened the door and signed a slip, then dashed back into the kitchen and took a couple of bites of my belated breakfast while two very large men hefted the quilt-covered bureau from a truck marked BOB'S MOVING AND DELIVERY. They lifted it onto a dolly, placed a wooden ramp over the front steps, then wheeled it into the foyer.

"That was fast," I said. "Thanks."

"No problem. Ms. Tolliver said to make this my first stop," said the taller of the two. "Where do you want it?"

"I hate to tell you this, but it's going to the third floor."

If the news of the two flights of stairs bothered them, neither one showed it.

"Want to lead the way, miss?" The tall mover had "Bob" embroidered on his shirt pocket.

I hurried upstairs, with O'Ryan racing ahead of me, opened the door to my apartment, and waited for the men to catch up. After carefully removing and folding the quilt, one man taped the drawers shut, while the other ran a piece of tape across the top, securing a center panel that, if I remembered correctly, lifted to reveal a small mirror. Then, without the slightest grunt or groan, they started up the stairs, one man at the base of the bureau and the other at the upper end.

It took the men only a few minutes to wrestle my bureau up the stairs, through the almost empty kitchen, and into my bedroom, where they placed it carefully in the spot I'd reserved. Tape removed, it looked even better than I'd expected. The movers and I stood there for a brief moment, admiring it.

"Nice," commented the one named Bob.

"Sturdy," said the other man. "They don't make 'em like that one anymore."

"It's a beauty," I agreed, watching as O'Ryan judged the bureau's height, then leaped and made a perfect soft landing on top of it.

"Big cat," said Bob.

"Nice," said the other mover. They turned and headed down the stairs, O'Ryan and I tagging along behind. I slipped Bob a generous tip, while O'Ryan sniffed at the folded quilt, then watched as the men headed back to the truck.

Aunt Ibby appeared in the bedroom doorway. "It's even more beautiful than I remembered. The lines are so classic, and the raised panels between the drawers are so delicately carved. They look like tiny flowers, don't they?"

"They do," I agreed. "It looks perfect up there, and nobody would ever guess there are hiding places all over it. Shea Tolliver said she thought the person she bought it from didn't even know they were there."

"They're well hidden," she said. "If Grandmother Forbes hadn't shown them to you when you were a little girl, you might never have found them, either."

"Shea put the directions in the top drawer, in case I forget."

"That was thoughtful," she said. "Pete will get a kick out of the secret spaces."

"I know. And I promised to cook him dinner, too."

"You don't have dishes yet," she said. "Maybe you should have looked for some when you bought the nice mugs."

"You're right." I looked at my watch. "It's not too late. I think I'll go do a little china shopping."

"Good idea."

"Oh, Aunt Ibby, remind me when I get back to ask you about a murder that happened while I was in Florida."

"A murder? What murder?"

"Somebody named Trent. Shea mentioned it. I'll tell you what she said later."

It occurred to me as I backed out of the driveway that I'd much rather have vintage dishes than new ones. Maybe Shea Tolliver would have some nice old Fiestaware. Within minutes I was once again headed for Bridge Street. I parked the Corvette in the same space I'd used earlier, and headed for the purple door. I stepped aside quickly when the door burst open and a tall blond man rushed past, jostling my arm.

"Watch where you're going!" I exclaimed, my redhead's temper flaring for a moment.

"Sorry," he said and broke into a run.

The bell over the door tinkled a welcome as I stepped inside.

"Shea? You here?" I called.

No reply, but I saw her.

At least, I saw her feet. Sensibly shod toes pointing up, they stuck out from behind the counter. I had a very bad feeling as I slowly rounded the corner. Sightless eyes stared upward, and a trickle of blood issued from her mouth.

It was Shea Tolliver, all right, and I didn't need to touch her to know that she was dead.


(Continues...)

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Meet the Author

Carol J. Perry was born in Salem, Massachusetts, on Halloween eve, and that magical city serves as the backdrop for her Witch City Mystery series. She is also the author of several young adult novels. Her nonfiction articles on travel, antiques, and ecology often appear in regional and national publications.

C. S. E. Cooney launched her voice-acting career narrating short fiction for Podcastle, the world's first audio fantasy magazine. She is a performance poet, singer-songwriter, and fantasy author whose collection Bone Swans has garnered starred reviews from Publishers Weekly and Locus Magazine.

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Look Both Ways 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great, as usual! I bought this book as soon as I finished the second book. Although I think the books work as stand alones, since everything gets rehashed gradually, but the story and characters have a lot more depth when built upon the previous books. This was the first one I figured out quite a bit before the end, but it was still very enjoyable and I really look forward to more mysteries in the series. I definitely recommend the series.
KittyCalico 20 hours ago
Absolutely LOVE this series! Moves very good and is hard to put down. First 3 are great and the next two can't be available fast enough. :) Thanks so much Ms. Perry! Keep-em coming please!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series. Can't wait for the next installment.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another wonderful book in the series. Hope to see another one soon.
bravewarrior More than 1 year ago
ARC/Cozy Mystery: I enjoyed this book immensely because it had all the things I like in a cozy mystery. It is book three of the series. A disclaimer: I did get this book as a gift from GoodReads in return for an honest review. First, I liked the book because it is in first person narrative with our heroine Lee, taking the helm. She is young and single with a gift of gazing. She has a wonderful maiden aunt in her sixties who raised her (I have one in her 70’s who also raised me and is full of life). Lee has a cat, boyfriend, and is always in the mood to solve a mystery if needed. The book is quick to have a body fall on the floor and loads of suspects. I did know who the murderer was right off, but I did like the story to get to the point where the person confesses. I forgave a lot of the plot mistakes (Lee procrastinates and has endless money, I couldn’t figure out how old several characters were, the cops are Keystone, and there are points that were repeated too much) just because I liked the writing and the characters. There were also a lot of things that I hate that were not in the book such as Lee was not accused of the murder and not constantly bombarded and bullied by false accusations from the dastardly Keystone cops. That plot device is old and overused in cozy mysteries lately especially when all the accused has to do is get a lawyer. All in all, it was a quick read that only took me two days of loafing around on a cold New Year’s weekend curled up with my puppyperson and a cup of coffee. I would not mind reading the first two books to the series.
rhonda1111RL More than 1 year ago
4 STARS Look Both Ways is the third book in the A Witch City Mysteries but the first one I have read, but not the last. I have already bought the first book to read soon. Lee Barrett is the main character. She lives with her Aunt in an apartment that she is buying furniture for. She is off for the summer. Lee's sees vision in shiny black objects. They can be of past or future. She lives with a cat that has skills too. After Lee seeing the same style oak bureau on Shopping Salem on WICH TV show she heads right over to the antique store. The bureau has six hidden compartments just like old one that burned up. Lee bought it and arranged for it to be delivered that day. The bureau was owned once by a women who was murdered. Her son sold the bureau and did not know about the secret compartments. There was stuff in all six places that was left in it. Next day Lee decided to go back and buy dishes. As she was going in a man rushed out and bumped against her. Lee went in and found the owner dead. Lee is a witness to someone at the antique and now she is seeing things in her new bureau that were giving hints. I liked the characters, the plot works, the paranormal works great with Salem, Massachusetts setting, and it is a clean read. I would read more books from Carol J. Perry in the future. I was given this ebook from Net Galley and Kensington to read and in return I agreed to give a honest review and be part Look Both Ways blog tour.
KrisAnderson_TAR More than 1 year ago
Look Both Ways by Carol J. Perry is the third book in Witch City Mystery series. Lee Barrett is working on furnishing her new apartment which is on the top floor of her Aunt Ibby’s home (where she grew up). It is summer time which means she has extra time on her hands. Lee teaches TV Production 101 at Tabitha Trumbull Academy of the Arts (aka Tabby). To keep herself busy, Lee has agreed to locate the props needed to the plays being performed at the school that summer. Lee and her Aunt Ibby (Isobel Russell) see a snippet on television about an antiques dealer, Shea Tolliver who has a dresser with hidden compartments. The dresser is identical to one Lee had as a child that burned in a fire. Lee rushes over to purchase the dresser. It previously belonged to Helena Trent who was murdered over six years previously. When Lee goes back to Tolliver's Antiques and Uniques to look for more items for her apartment, she finds Shea Tolliver dead in the store. Lee sets out to find out who killed Shea Tolliver. Does it have anything to do with the dresser she purchased and Helena's missing pink diamond necklace (worth a pretty penny)? Will Lee’s newly discovered scrying talent help in solving this puzzle? I enjoyed reading Look Both Ways. It is a fun, paranormal mystery novel. While this is the third book in the series, you can read it without having enjoyed the first two books (though you should read them). I give Look Both Ways 4.25 out of 5 stars. I like the characters in the novel as well as the town of Salem, Massachusetts (which I bet is a great town to live in during Halloween). I am hoping that Lee will embrace her talents more fully in the next book. One thing I did not enjoy was the addition of dream interpretation and Feng shui. I did not feel it helped or enhanced the story. The book already contains witchcraft, tarot reading, and scrying. Overall, Look Both Ways is a magical book that is a delight to read! I received a complimentary copy of Look Both Ways from NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.
Muttcafe More than 1 year ago
Cat lovers rejoice, O’Ryan is back. Look Both Ways, the newest addition to Carol Perry’s Witch City mystery series is being released in time for Halloween – a perfect treat for cozy lovers. Like the previous Witch City mysteries, Look Both Ways deftly combines a current murder with one from the past. Both are solved with the help of Lee Barrett’s scrying ability and O’Ryan’s surprising contributions. With the reconstruction of her apartment after the fire complete, Lee is looking forward to furnishing it. A chance viewing of an antique shop reveals a bureau identical to one she loved as a child, complete with hidden compartments. The bureau comes from the state of Helena Trent, a socialite presumed to have been killed by her husband. Helena was known to possess a priceless pink diamond, but it disappeared upon her death. When Lee returns to the antique shop the day after purchasing the bureau, she discovers the body of the owner of the antique store. Raven’s tarot reading warns Lee of a blond man..but which one? Shea’s estranged business partner? Tommy Trent, Helena’s husband newly released from jail? Or Helena’s stepson from her first marriage? Lee will need all of her scrying ability, as well as the help of O’Ryan and her detective beau to solve two murders and find the missing diamond. Look Both Ways is an engrossing mystery, easily matching its predecessors in quality. I’ve enjoyed all of Perry’s Witch City mysteries. The stories are original, and are never dull. The endearing cast of characters, particularly O’Ryan, is also a significant draw. If you like cozy mysteries that have a unique flavor and just a touch of the paranormal you will greatly enjoy Look Both Ways. 5/5 Look Both Ways, the third Witch City mystery is available for preorder and will be released October 27, 2015. The books do not have to be read in order. I received a copy of Look Both Ways from the publisher and netgalley.com in exchange for an honest review. –Crittermom Visit http://Muttcafe.com for more book reviews
TessT More than 1 year ago
Set in Salem, Ma. and with a local TV station whose call letters are WICH-TV, Lee Barrett finds almost too many secrets to handle..The secrets seem to be everywhere, in an old bureau she just bought, the death of a shop owner, but the biggest secret is the Lee is a psychic. Taking a summer job, at Trumbell Academy, where she works the remainder of the year. The academy is an old, possibly haunted, furniture store. The executive director, Rupert Pennington, happens to be Lee's aunts boy friend so he finds himself mixed up in Lee's life a little bit, as does Lee's boy friend Pete. This is the 3rd book in Carol's Witch City Mysteries. {Fun fact} Carol celebrates her birthday on Halloween eve and was born in Salem. What a coincidence! FTC Full Disclosure - A copy of this book was sent to me by the publisher in hopes I would review it. However, receiving the complimentary copy did not influence my review.
ArizonaJo More than 1 year ago
Look Both Ways by Carol J. Perry is the third book in the Witch City mystery series but can easily be read as a stand-alone. I had not read the previous two books but I had no problems in reading this one. I want to read the first two books in this series now. Lee Barret is a likable protagonist and I enjoyed getting to know her. She is a teacher at the Tabitha Trumball Academy of the Arts but is on summer vacation in this book. She meets Shea who runs an antique store in Salem while she is looking for furniture for her new apartment. The next day Lee returns to Shea's shop and finds her murdered. The secondary characters are well developed, including O'Ryan, a cat who has adopted Lee and Aunt Ibby. Peter Mondello is a fabulous character. He's a police detective who does his job by gathering the facts and following the leads; but he is open-minded, too. He is loving and protective of Lee and they really work well together to solve this mystery. I loved Aunt Ibby she is a interesting woman with some great research skills. I would like to know more about her. There are plenty of twists, clues and a touch of paranormal as the story moved swiftly. I made several guesses along the way as to "who done it" but wasn't really sure until the reveal. I was given an ARC via NetGalley and Kensington Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
Linda__ More than 1 year ago
LOVE this series. This book is the third in the series and does not disappoint. Lee walks in on a murder and is thrust into an odd mystery. Her scrying talent shows her clues that she then has to figure out while keeping safe. One thing I really like about this series is how Lee and Pete's relationship has developed over the course of the series. It is wonderful to watch their relationship unfold and not have the "instant love" that so many books have. If you enjoy paranormal mystery/romance, you will love this book....and what could be better than a paranormal mystery set in Salem? While this is the third in a series, it is a stand alone book, however, the series is so good that you'll want to read them all.
CozyMysteryLover1 More than 1 year ago
Set in the quaint, mystical town of Salem, Massachusetts, Look Both Ways is the third in this charming and suspenseful series by Carol J. Perry. The protagonist, Lee Barrett is a teacher at Tabitha Trumball Academy Of The Arts and lives with her Aunt Ibby in a charming old Victorian home. Lee returned to her family home about a year earlier and is happy to be back in Salem. She is romantically involved with Pete, a local police detective. Lee is what’s known as a “scryer,” which means she has abilities to see visions, and while she is still coming to terms with this special gift, she has yet to let Pete know. Lee is looking for furniture to round out the space in her newly renovated apartment which is located upstairs in the family home and when she sees an old bureau like the one from her childhood, she is excited and visits the antique store, anxious to purchase it. The shop owner, Shea Tolliver, is happy to meet Lee and offers a bit of background history on the bureau. With only three of them made, Lee will have owned two, unfortunately the one from her childhood was destroyed in an attic fire. The bureau is just like the one from her youth, complete with the 6 hidden cubby holes. Is it possible the bureau holds secrets or just a little girl's fond memories of her youth? Shea informs Lee that the bureau belonged to wealthy socialite Helena Trent who was allegedly killed by her husband at the time, Tommy Trent. Even though the murder took place years ago, Lee is interested in the history that surrounds the murder. When Lee stumbles upon a body it sets the scene for a fantastic story that will keep you on the edge of your seat the entire time. As someone who loves mysteries and has frequented Salem, I love how the author gathers together all the charming history of Salem into the story. I was so intrigued by this storyline that I had to locate the first two in the series so I could catch up on Lee’s previous activities. This is exactly how I enjoy my cozy mysteries, fast paced, well written and edge of your seat exciting! I received an ARC from NetGalley in exchange for my fair and honest opinion. I would definitely recommend this book to others.