Blog Tour & Giveaway: The Fortune Teller’s Secret by Ron D. Voigts

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The Fortune Teller’s Secret
A Cavendish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 2
by Ron D. Voigts
Genre: Paranormal Mystery
A dead man on a Ferris wheel and a cold-case murder take Cavendish
Brown into a world of carnival freaks, ghosts, and killers.
The annual carnival comes to Maiden Falls, a small town in the West
Virginia Mountains, but everything is not merry.


The ghost of a woman appears to Cavendish Brown, a carnival worker lies
dead aboard a car on the Ferris wheel, and a bullied teenager plots
to kill people at the carnival with a homemade bomb. More
complications arise. Cavendish again butts heads with the local
sheriff, Clinton Pike.
Marbella Wellingway, owner of the newspaper where Cavendish works, receives a
visit from the Angel of Death. And a Fortune Teller at the carnival
knows something that could forever change Cavendish’s life.
With the aid of Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a Goth witch, he
must find the killer, help the mystery woman, and risk his life to
prevent more deaths.
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 Cavendish and Sheriff Pike were talking about the dead man. She disliked the sheriff. His breath smelled funny, and the light around him was orange and spiky which made her want to stay away. Alex told her the light was called an aura. Alex stood near the two men. She was nice. She and Cavendish didn’t have light, but Jane understood now. She had no light either.

People came closer to see the dead man. She didn’t care because that wasn’t interesting. Other things had her attention.

Tools lay everywhere on the ground. The red-haired man had worked inside the gray box. Grease from fixing the ride made his sleeves dirty. Most of the tools came from him. He’d used one, cussed, thrown it down, and grabbed another. Mama always told Jane to put away her things. The man didn’t. And she knew better than to say bad words.

But one tool was not from his work. She’d watched carefully, and it was already on the ground before he came. Perhaps it held a secret, something important to tell who killed the man.

Most everyone stood by the dead man or stared at him or talked about his body. Jane slipped behind the chain that kept everyone out except for the man who fixed the ride and the boy who ran the ride. Nobody noticed her. She knelt, took off a glove, then stretched her hand out, moving it above the ground, over the tools. She stopped when her hand came to the wrench. Taking a deep breath, she snatched it up.

For a moment, she fell, even though she knew she wasn’t moving. A loud hum filled her head. She was no longer inside Jane.

Meaty hands in front of her twist something inside the gray box with the wrench. The man hums a tune. Sometimes he says a word or two of the song and then hums more of it. The man is thinking about the music inside his head. She starts to understand what he is singing. Something about every move you make, every breath you take, I’ll be watching you. Jane thinks the words are funny for a song.

The man stays lost in his song and the work. He doesn’t hear the footsteps behind him—somebody walking on the wood platform leading to where people get on the ride. Whoever it is, stops. Jane wishes the man fixing the ride will look. She realizes he is the dead man, and whoever stands behind him is the killer.

“Yeah, Hersh, I’m working as fast as I can.” He doesn’t turn his head.

Whoever stands behind him says nothing. The man wonders why he’s not being yelled at because the ride is broken, and he hasn’t fixed it yet.

Expecting to be in trouble again, he stops working but doesn’t look. He’s still thinking it’s someone named Hersh behind him. She gets a flash. Hershel McCabe.

The man releases the wrench.

The wrench lay beyond Jane’s fingertips. She knew who killed the man on the ride and rushed to Cavendish and Pike.

“I know who did it.” She took a deep breath. “I know who killed the man.”

Pike’s brow furrowed as a low growl came from him. “You do?”

“I touched the wrench. The guy who killed him is someone named Hersh. Hershel McCabe.” They’d be happy she solved the crime.

“What the Sam Hill is she talking about?” The sheriff eyed her as if she had done something bad, and she feared he might arrest her. That scared her.

The man with red hair, who’d been talking to Cavendish and Pike, marched toward her. “My name is Hershel McCabe.”

Suddenly she wanted to throw up and run away.

“Who told you I killed him?” the man called Hersh said. “Are you crazy or stupid?” He turned to Pike. “This is bullshit.”

Pike waved his hand. “Settle down.” He eyed Jane again. “Where did you get a notion like that?”

Jane’s voice vanished. Her legs shook. She wanted to go home.

“Sometimes she gets excited and says things.” Alex touched Jane’s shoulder. “Let’s go wait over here. 0kay?”

She was happy Alex came to help her.

Next time she’d not tell anyone anything.

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The Witch’s Daughter
A Cavndish Brown Paranormal Mystery Book 1
Investigative reporter and recent widower, Cavendish Brown, is unemployed and
floundering. Coerced into returning to his childhood home by the
town’s eccentric matriarch, Cavendish finds himself involved in
murder, deceit, and a not-so-subtle attempt at matchmaking. Joined by
Jane, a disturbed psychic, and Alexandra, a young Goth woman with
uncanny abilities, they follow leads into the hills of West Virginia
to catch the killer. A sheriff who shoots first and asks questions
later makes solving the case difficult for the trio. Adding further
complications is an ex-girlfriend with a mob hitman on her trail who
seeks Cavendish’s help.
Immersed in a never-ending spiral of clues and secrets, he must unlock the
darkness that surrounds the enigmatic Jane, stay ahead of the law,
and come to terms with his own grief.
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Ron D. Voigts lives in Raleigh, North Carolina and sometimes somewhere
else. When back in Raleigh, he enjoys time with his family, watches
old movies and shoots lots of pool. He has his own private writer’s
retreat in La Vale, MD where he spends lots of time working on his
next novel while enjoying the mountains and eating ice cream.
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