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The Witch and the Englishman
The Witches Series [2]
J.R. Rain
(2014)

Witch and psychic Allison Lopez returns in THE WITCH AND THE ENGLISHMAN...and her powers are stronger than ever, thanks to her close association with an immortal friend, and her coaching by a ghost witch. In book #2 of this series, Allison is asked to look into a murder mystery that's much, much more than she ever bargained for. Luckily, she's not alone in her battle against an ancient evil.

On the Psychic Hotline, Allison speaks with an Englishman whose daughter is in big trouble. When Allison meets him, she learns that his daughter has been arrested for a murder she can’t remember. Allison also discovers that his hundred-year-old house has a dangerous entity living within...and it's not the first time something bad has happened here. Allison enlists the help of her new friend, Ivy Tanner, a Hollywood actress, to get to the bottom of the haunting of the house on Mockingbird Lane. They must hurry before evil befalls the charming Englishman.

THE WITCH AND THE ENGLISHMAN is 31,000 words, which is about 150 published pages. It's the second novel in a bestselling supernatural series.

 

THE WITCH AND THE ENGLISHMAN

 

The Witches Series: Book 2

 

by

 

J.R. RAIN

 

 

Acclaim for the novels of J.R. Rain:

 

“Be prepared to lose sleep!”


James Rollins
, international bestselling author of
The Eye of God

 

“I love this!”


Piers Anthony
, bestselling author of
Board Stiff

 


Dark Horse
is the best book I’ve read in a long time!”


Gemma Halliday
, award-winning author of
Unbreakable Bond

 


Moon Dance
is absolutely brilliant!”


Lisa Tenzin-Dolma
, author of
Understanding the Planetary Myths

 

“Powerful stuff!”


Aiden James
, author of
The Dragon Coin

 


Moon Dance
is a must read. If you like Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum, bounty hunter, be prepared to love J.R. Rain’s Samantha Moon, vampire private investigator.”


Eve Paludan
, author of
Werewolf Interrupted

 

“Impossible to put down. J.R. Rain’s
Moon Dance
is a fabulous urban fantasy replete with multifarious and unusual characters, a perfectly synchronized plot, vibrant dialogue and sterling witticism all wrapped in a voice that is as beautiful as it is rich and vividly intense as it is relaxed.”


April Vine
, author of
Unbound

 

 

Other Books by J.R. Rain

 

STANDALONE MYSTERY NOVELS

Elvis Has
Not
Left the Building

The Body Departed

Silent Echo

Winter Wind

 

STANDALONE ADVENTURE NOVELS

The Lost Ark

The Grail Quest

Judas Silver

Lost Eden

 

VAMPIRE FOR HIRE

Moon Dance

Vampire Moon

American Vampire

Moon Child

Christmas Moon

Vampire Dawn

Vampire Games

Moon Island

Moon River

Vampire Sun

Moon Dragon

 

SAMANTHA MOON

SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS

Teeth

Vampire Nights

Vampires Blues

Vampire Dreams

Halloween Moon

Vampire Gold

Blue Moon

Dark Side of the Moon

 

THE JIM KNIGHTHORSE SERIES

Dark Horse

The Mummy Case

Hail Mary

Clean Slate

Night Run

 

THE WITCHES SERIES

The Witch and the Gentleman

The Witch and the Englishman

The Witch and the Huntsman

 

THE NICK CAINE
ADVENTURES

with Aiden James

Temple of the Jaguar

Treasure of the Deep

Pyramid of the Gods

Curse of the Druids

Secret of the Loch

River of the Damned

 

THE SPINOZA TRILOGY

The Vampire With the Dragon Tattoo

The Vampire Who Played Dead

The Vampire in the Iron Mask

 

THE ALADDIN TRILOGY

with Piers Anthony

Aladdin Relighted

Aladdin Sins Bad

Aladdin and the Flying Dutchman

 

THE WALKING PLAGUE TRILOGY

with Elizabeth Basque

Zombie Patrol

Zombie Rage

Zombie Mountain

 

THE SPIDER TRILOGY

with Scott Nicholson and H.T. Night

Bad Blood

Spider Web

Spider Bite

 

THE PSI TRILOGY

with A.K. Alexander

Hear No Evil

See No Evil

Speak No Evil

 

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

Bound By Blood

 

SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS

The Bleeder and Other Stories

Vampires Rain and Other Stories

The Santa Call: A Christmas Story

Black Rain: 15 Dark Tales

Blood Rain: 15 Dark Tales

 

COLLABORATIONS

Cursed (with Scott Nicholson)

The Vampire Club (with Scott Nicholson)

Ghost College (with Scott Nicholson)

Dragon Assassin (with Piers Anthony)

Dolfin Tayle (with Piers Anthony)

Jack and the Giants (with Piers Anthony)

Deal With the Devil (with Elizabeth Basque)

 

SCREENPLAYS

Dark Quests: Three Screenplays

 

 

The Witch and the Englishman

Published by J.R. Rain

Copyright © 2014 by J.R. Rain

All rights reserved.

 

Ebook Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

 

Dedication

To Sandra, Harriet, Donna, Eve, Sandy, Chuck, Elaine and Andrew. My crew. They help keep the J.R. Rain train chugging.

 

 

The Witch and the Englishman

 

 

 

Chapter One

 

“Hi, this is Allison. Thank you for calling The Psychic Hotline. How can I help
you
see into the future?”

It was early evening, and I was nearing the end of my shift. My “shift” was the time I was scheduled to be logged into the Hotline’s computer system, via my laptop, via my comfy couch. Once I finished my shift and logged out, I could officially get dressed and start my day. Yes, I worked in my pajamas, and, yes, I worked from home. It was a good gig, but challenging—and sometimes
strange
—work.


Yes, hello,” said a very crisp and, if I wasn’t mistaken, English accent. English and Australian accents tended to sound similar to my untrained ears. Then again, I was just a simple girl from San Pedro, which was a hop, a skip and a jump from where I now lived in Beverly Hills.

Of course,
simple
might have gone out the window a few years ago when I’d met my first vampire—and before I had been told that I was a witch. A very powerful witch.

So weird
,
I thought, once again shaking my head over the insanity of it all. But to the Englishman on the other end of the line, I said, “What’s your name?”


Don’t you already know?” he asked pleasantly enough. “I mean, you
are
psychic, right?”

I didn’t take offense at the question. In fact, I was usually surprised when the question
wasn’t
asked. In this case, I sensed the good-natured ribbing behind the question.

I said, “You bet your ass. But once I connect with you, I don’t just stop with your name.
All
your secrets will be mine.”

There was a pause, and then a light chuckle. “You’re joking, right?”

“I say, why stop at a name?” I swung my stockinged feet to the polished wood floor and sat forward on the couch. The Englishman had my attention. And when someone had my attention...they
really
had my attention. I found myself logging into him easily enough. “The real question is, how much do you want me to know?”

He laughed sharply. “Now you’re making me nervous. I suppose I had that coming. It was a rude question.”

“A fair question,” I said.


Okay, now I like you, too,” he said in his clipped accent.


Now,
that
I could have predicted. So, how can I help you, Billy?”

He made a sound that might have been a gasp.

I made a sound that might have been a laugh.


Well, I’m gobsmacked. Obviously, my name came up on your computer screen,” he said.


Obviously.”


Caller I.D. or something?”


Or something,” I said.


My name didn’t come up on your screen, did it?”


No, it didn’t.”


I see.”

Except, of course, he didn’t see. Not really. I knew this by the way his energy level had dropped...and by the way he’d mumbled those last two words. Mostly, of course, I knew by his body language.

Yes, his body language.

Little did Billy know that I was presently “in” his house with him. Although I was relatively new to the world of psychics—at least,
paid
psychics—I was highly gifted in “remote viewing.” Yes, I could do exactly what the term implied: I could “see” from a distance. In my case, I could see the surroundings of those I tuned into. And, I could see
them
.

I was
very
in tune with Billy.

Presently, he was sitting in a wide-open living room, looking through a big sliding glass door that overlooked a sweeping back yard. Rising above the treetops, in the distance were some familiar tall buildings. I recognized the skyline. He was, if I wasn’t mistaken, in Santa Monica.

I didn’t know how remote viewing worked. It was weird and freaky, and it only seemed to get freakier by the minute. I got freakier by the minute, too, especially since I was best friends with a vampire.

Yes,
with a
vampire.

That had a lot to do with my growing psychic skills.
Long story.

Anyway, one of the perks of being friends with a vampire—or, rather, allowing one to
feed
from me, but not
kill
me, of course—was that my own psychic abilities were amplified with each feeding.

Apparently, just being in close proximity to a vampire also increased my psychic abilities.

So weird.

Happily, Samantha Moon and I did a lot more than just hang out and watch
The Vampire Diaries,
which I had gotten her hooked on. At least once a week, I allowed her to feed from me. Often, it was right after we’d watched
The Vampire Diaries
. There was a strange synchronicity to that. More than once, I had caught her making a mental note or two while watching the show. Samantha Moon was still a relatively
new
vampire, as vampires went. And her “condition,” as she called it, didn’t come with a user’s manual. So, while I was watching the show—because I, and most of the rest of the viewers, had the world’s biggest crush on Damon—Samantha was making mental “how-to” notes about the vampire mystique.

Yes, our lives were that weird.

Mine was only getting weirder.

Apparently, my friendship with Samantha stretched back through the ages, along with another friend of ours named Millicent, who was now deceased...and who was presently haunting my apartment. Millicent, Samantha and I had once formed a “triad” of witches.

Powerful witches
.

Except, in this life, Samantha had to go and get herself turned into a vampire, and Millicent had pretty much insisted on ousting Sam from our witchy clique. So now, the witch triad was missing one of us.

Millicent, the strongest of the three of us, had purposely passed on well before us, so that she could guide and coach us from the spirit world. An interesting concept, surely. Now my apartment here in Beverly Hills was haunted by a deceased witch...and an old friend.

So very, very weird.

Of course, I didn’t know any of this until Millicent had appeared in my life...quite literally. That was the nature of this world: we came here with a clean slate, only to be filled with that which moved us, inspired and pushed us forward.

I had never thought that I might be a powerful witch. Or even a not-so-powerful witch. Yes, I had always been intrigued by Wicca and witchcraft, but not inordinately so. Mild curiosity only.

Now, Wicca was my life, as Millicent trained and coached me almost daily...coached me from beyond.


I’m afraid to ask what else you know about me,” said Billy, after a moment. He was standing now, having moved over to the big glass sliding door. I went over there, too, shifting my focus so that I saw what he saw: a wide expanse of back yard that was surrounded in a lot of dead ivy and high walls. The back yard looked like something mentioned in T.S. Eliot’s
The Wasteland
: empty, dark, and dead.


Then don’t ask,” I said.


You know a lot more than you’re telling, don’t you?” He held the phone loosely against his ear. He was smiling now, having pushed past the weirdness of the situation.


Maybe a little more,” I said.


I wasn’t expecting a phone call like this.”


I don’t suppose you were.”


What else might you know about me?” he asked.


Are you sure you want to know?”


Yes. I think.” He laughed lightly at that, but I sensed his growing discomfort. He shrugged his shoulder and rolled his head around his neck. Classic manliness.

I said, “Okay. Here goes...you’re standing in your living room, looking out your sliding glass door.”

He didn’t move or speak for perhaps twenty seconds. Then he did what most people did when I laid the “I-can-see-you” card on the table. He turned and looked over his shoulder and, for good measure, he shuddered.


You can see me now?” he asked.


Yes.”


So, you really are psychic?”


As psychic as they come...and then some.”


What am I doing now?”


You’re waving at me. Now you’re pinching your nose.”


Holy sweet mother of God.”


Welcome to my life,” I said.


And welcome to my life,” he said, and winked at me.


So,” I said, “how can I help you?”


I have questions about my daughter.”


What kind of questions?”


I think...” he paused, started again, and I knew immediately that he was withholding information from me. “I think she might be in a spot of trouble.”


A ‘spot’ of trouble? What kind of trouble?”


Is this being recorded?”


Yes.”


Is there any chance we could meet, say, in person? That is, of course, if you are local.”


It’s against company policy. And, I’m not that far from you.”


So, you’ll meet me?”


Yes,” I said.


Where?”


Your house.”


Do you need the address?”


No,” I said.


I thought you might say that.”


Maybe I’m not the only psychic one. See you in a few.”

I disconnected the call, but not before I got one last psychic hit.

And it was a big one.

 

 

Chapter Two

 

Yes, I could get fired over this.

No, I didn’t give a shit if they fired me over this, although I would miss the steady paycheck and the interesting characters.

Millicent thought, however, that I should start my own practice, where clients came in to see me. I reminded her that she was just a ghost and what did she know, although that didn’t sit very well with her.

Now, as I dashed through my apartment, slipping on my Asics and light jacket, the partial outline of a thirty-something woman appeared in my kitchen. I hadn’t quite gotten used to Millicent’s sudden appearances, and I was certainly not used to the way the hair at the back of my neck stood on end, as it did now.

As usual, she watched me quietly, hands folded before her, wearing the kind of dress my grandmother might have worn decades ago. Her outfit made sense, since Millicent had been my grandmother’s age when she had died. Her face seemed younger, though, of late.

“You saw?” she asked. When Millicent spoke, sometimes her lips moved, sometimes they didn’t. Either way, her words appeared directly in my head, just behind my inner ear. Same with Samantha Moon, that was, when we decided to communicate telepathically. It sounded weirder than it actually was.


I saw,” I said. I was looking for my keys. They weren’t on the hook where they belonged, and that irked me to no end. Sure, I could telepathically fly around the houses of other people, remote viewing the hell out of them, but I couldn’t find my own damn keys.


They’re in the bathroom. You were in a rush this morning, remember?” Millicent said.


Oh, yes.” Just like every morning, I had been rushing to the local Coffee Bean to get my decaf sugar-free mocha and rushing to get back. Yes, decaf...
and
sugar-free.

Sadly, caffeine and sugar hampered my psychic sensitivity.

Yes, it was a bummer, but I had convinced myself that sugar-free mocha tasted just as good, and just getting out of my apartment was a nice way to start the morning. Of course, getting back to my apartment on time, before my shift started, was always a challenge. Hence, the mad dash to the bathroom where I had left the keys.

I grabbed them now, and crossed back through the living room and headed for the front door. Millicent watched me calmly from my kitchen. Then again, everything she did was calm. No, she wasn’t quite a ghost. She was a spirit. There was a difference, apparently. Ghosts were bound to a location. Millicent? Not so much. As a spirit, she could come and go as she pleased. And she pleased to come and go often enough. Not to mention, she could appear and reappear anywhere else, too.

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