A Sixth Sense Mystery Series

Lise Bloom has a discerning nose. But she isn’t just good at recognizing vintage perfumes or fragrant flowers—she can also sniff out jealousy, greed, and other motives for murder . . .

A ghost-hunting team is filming at Corrie House, the decrepit Victorian mansion where Lise lives with her roommates in Astoria, Oregon. She suspects the reality show is a scam, but with her gift of clairalience—the ability to smell emotion—she’s picked up strange aromas that suggest the house is genuinely haunted. It also needs a new roof, so the money from the show is hard to turn down.

Lise and her housemates recount their spooky experiences for the camera. Then comes a surprise: A man, introduced as a descendant of the sea captain who built the house, enters the room.

It seems Lise’s home has a mysterious, scandalous history—one that echoes her own murky past. By the second night of filming, trouble is in the air. While a snooty neighbor complains that Corrie House is an eyesore, the seaman’s great-grandson appears quite fond of it . . . and openly covetous.  Meanwhile, there’s major tension between the show’s host and his cameraman.

But the TV crew’s departure doesn’t dispel the malevolent mood. And when the women make a shocking discovery in the house, it’ll take both detection skills and sixth-sense talents to find the truth.

This intoxicating debut spin-off of the author’s popular small-town Oregon-set Witch Way Librarian mysteries features an intriguing young woman with a unique connection to the magical realm of scent. Sometimes, she can even sniff out a killer . . .

Some people read auras—a light or color that surrounds others, revealing their character or emotions. Lise Bloom reads ribbons—of fragrance, that is. Whether she’s around old friends or new, fragrance often unfurls from them—an ability called “clairalience.”

Hoping to gain insight into her gift, Lise works at the Lucky Lotus, a New Age shop. Unfortunately, the oils the owner, Dyann, concocts, nauseate Lise and impede her sense of scent. Worse, the shop feels more like wealthy Dyann’s hobby than a spiritual place, thanks to her toxic love-torment relationship with her ex-husband, Richard.

Dyann is so pleased with her latest vengeful scheme that she shares it with Lise and gleefully remarks that when Richard finds out, he’ll kill her. For Lise, it’s the last straw. Persuaded to quit by her caring, colorful crew of housemates, Lise emails Dyann a resignation letter. But when she goes to the store the next morning, she detects a fetid odor she doesn’t recognize—and discovers a spilled bottle of Mayan ceremonial liqueur . . . beside Dyann’s dead body.  

In her rush to call the police, Lise doesn’t notice that Dyann’s half-completed reply to Lise’s resignation email is on the monitor of her desktop computer—making her the prime suspect. Now, she’ll have to follow her nose to uncoil a venomous truth. It just may lead her life in an entirely new direction—unless a killer cuts it short . . .