Death Warmed Over — Patti Larsen

Would using magic to entice my client to tell me what she wanted make me a bad person? Because, after my third visit to her rather ostentatious mansion on the edge of town, sketching seemingly endless variations of poses I could have easily done from photos instead of live sittings, I was ready to tell her I was donezo.Charlotte Easton didn’t seem to notice my growing irritation at yet another wasted two hours watching her fiddle and fidget in the dark blue gown she chose (from a long line of clothing already worn and then discarded), substantial bosom on the verge of bursting from the low-cut satin making me wince as she shifted yet again on the crushed velvet daybed she’d decided (after many other locations had been sampled and rejected) was today’s selection for my fresh torment.Listen. I’m a patient person for the most part. But sheesh already.Phoebe Monday’s portrait commission turns to murder when her client’s father turns up dead. The problem with that scenario? He’s been six feet under for over a year already and not even her magic can figure out what made him rise from the grave… welcome to the Phoebe Monday Paranormal Cozies!