A New Witch in Town

By S L Ross

Meet Avery Snow, a clairvoyant witch that speaks to the dead.
In this series, Avery goes through supernatural situations that everyday people turn a blind eye to. After losing her last living relative, she moves to a small town in Massachusetts where her family's lineage began. What Avery doesn't know is that this small town, Belladonna Acres, is not just some ordinary place. It’s magical as she is. Soon she learns her abilities as a witch will come handy now, more than ever before.

Join Avery in her journey of self-discovery and mysterious adventures that will keep you guessing to the very end.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S L Ross
• Release date: May 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310640988

S L Ross

I am a mother of two wonderful boys, married for 13 years. I am a huge book lover and I love to write. I spend most of my free time writing or reading. I have an affinity for the supernatural elements especially vampires.can find me on Good Reads also under SL Ross / Sabrina Ross

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Look who is raving about Avery Snow

"It draws you in slowly, just not to slowly, though once you are there you don't want to stop reading. It's a great start to a new series, one that I would love to own. It has great characters, good story, and keeps you wondering. Gotta say all and all it was a great read!"

-- Darla P- goodreads

"I just finished Avery Snow. I love the way Avery is slowly introduced, giving us tiny peeks into her gifts over the first chapter. She is a well-rounded character and though her personal history is filled with sadness and loss, she still has a strong and good heart. I can't wait to read the rest of the series to see how her ties to the other characters evolve!"

-- Pan Y- goodreads

"Amazing Read! From the first line to the last, you are able to visualize the characters and their surroundings. The storyline quickly hooks you and keeps you there leaving you wanting more. I cannot wait for this book and the ones to follow to be added to my collection."

-- Sherrie M goodreads

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Avery Snow

A paranormal series

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Volume 1

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A New Witch in Town

Edited by James Garner

Copyright 2016 SL Ross

Published by SL Ross at Smashwords

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Please visit your favorite ebook retailer to discover other books by SL Ross:

The Immortal Island Series

Vol 1 - Spellbound

Vol 2 - The Vampire Masquerade

Vol 3 - The Fallen

Vol 4 - The Reckoning

The Avery Snow series

Vol 2 - The Hunter (coming April 2016)

Vol 3 - Time Well Spent (Coming May 2016)

Vol 4 - Black Widow (Coming June 2016)

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Dedication

Special thanks to my friend, Sherrie for all your inspirational brain storming as I put this story together, your contribution is greatly appreciated. To Eileen for all your advice and help with plot holes and character building, you really helped me make my characters 3 dimensional. I couldn’t have completed my vision for it without you. I would also like to thank all my beta readers for your feedback. Thanks to James for your editing help and advice

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A Wendigo

In the folklore of some northern Algonquian people, a Wendigo (windego, windigo) is a cannibalistic giant; a person who has been transformed into a monster by the consumption of human flesh.

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Bide the witches Rede you must, in perfect love and perfect trust.

— The Celtic Connection

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

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CHAPTER 1

After arriving in Belladonna Acres, Avery spent most of the day moving her things into the Penthouse Suite at the local hotel, Frank’s Inn. It was a nice, quiet spot just off the coast of Cape Cod. Not too pricey for a four star hotel, the Inn was very nice with a great view of the water. Avery noticed immediately how awfully friendly everyone was, as if they were trying to hide something. Then she noticed a man standing by the window staring vacantly. No one seemed to notice him. Avery made a quick sweep of the room to confirm her suspicion. By the time she glanced back at the man, he had disappeared.

The man at the front desk blurted out, Welcome to Frank’s Inn, Miss Snow.

Thank you, she said, walking up to him.

He reached under the counter, bringing up a piece of paper. On the phone, you didn’t quite mention how long your stay was for? he replied as he placed a fountain pen on top of the paper.

I haven’t decided, actually. She turned the paper towards her to read it. I’m currently looking for a place to live, and I figured until I find something, I’d stay here. Avery replied.

Oh, how very exciting, he said, placing the reservation agreement on the counter for her to sign. Belladonna Acres is a great place to live with it being so close to the ocean and all. It’s a great selling point for most people. He added an odd wink.

Uh—thanks again. she replied. Oh— her eyes glanced briefly at his nametag. Chester, do you know of any houses for sale in town?

He tapped his bottom lip thinking, and then answered. If you go see Mr. Spencer, he deals with the real estate in town. He then scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

Avery nodded, accepting the piece of paper. It was nice to meet you, Miss Snow, Chester called out as she walked away.

She craned her neck and gave him a quick wave. It’s just Avery thanks. She called back. She found him odd, a little too nice. Trust was a big issue with Avery, and it doesn’t come easily to her. Perhaps it was her family’s history, or her gift, maybe even her own personal experiences with friends or boyfriends. Being a clairvoyant medium wasn’t always easy. Seeing ghosts, and then not being able to touch someone, was hard on her emotionally. Love was non-existent since her gifts began on her 18th birthday.

Where to Miss Snow, Jason, one of the pair helping her move, asked.

Avery shook off the memories swarming around in her head, and looked over at him. Penthouse suite, she said. Here is the key. I’ll be back in a flash, she said, handing him her keys.

As Jason and his partner Kelvin helped move a few things up to her room, she stepped out to grab some food. She figured that a delicious pizza would be appreciated along with a tip, after such a long drive.

On her way out, she asked the doorman, Is there a pizzeria in town?

Yes, on Kessel lane, he said.

Avery pulled in to the downtown area and parked her fully restored, metallic blue, 1970 Chevelle, given to her from her dad before he died. The town appeared quiet and vacant.

Opening up a web browser, Avery frowned as it seemed to take forever to load. Getting out, she walked around to the front of the car and leaned back, hoping for a better signal. One bar, she cursed, raising her phone higher as if it would help. The cell service in this area was horrible. She walked down the street a little, looking around, when she spotted Grannie Annie’s Pizza stop on the opposite side of the street. It was the place the doorman had mentioned, or so she assumed. The street sign was too far away for her to read.

Going inside, the pizza place was smaller than she thought. There was a waist high counter with a stout man behind it and a bar style-like table up against the window, with bar stools planted in the floor. It wasn’t a sit-in kind of place, unless you were alone or with a friend.

Welcome to Grannie Annie’s Pizza stop. What can I get you? the stout man asked, his thick, dark mustache curling with his lips into a polite smile.

She looked over the menu board and said. Can I order a party size pepperoni pizza?

Of course, he said turning away.

I’ll be just outside the door.

Okay, he shouted over his shoulder.

Avery stood outside, leaning against the giant storefront window with her phone in hand, trying to get a decent signal. Then unexpectedly, a figure appeared out of nothing, standing next to her.

What are you trying to do? the tall, ghostly woman asked.

Avery gave the ghost a brief glance. See whether or not I can get a good signal, she muttered to herself. The woman was burnt on the one side of her face. When did you pass?

The ghost crossed her arms, leaning back to match Avery’s stance. I think it has been fifty years. The woman replied, crossing her arms, leaning back matching Avery’s stance. Time sort of melts together after a while. Every now and again, I try to find something with a date on it to remind myself.

What happened? Avery motioned on her own face.

My husband used to beat me, she sighed, He burned my face with the iron one morning, and that was it for me. I took my life a few days later. The burns were too unbearable to live with. Tears trickled down her face.

Avery’s lips curved down, frowning. I’m sorry to hear that. Her sympathy was honest; nothing irritated her more than abusive people. Is he still around? she added.

Oh hell no, the ghost laughed, I haunted the shit out of that son of a bitch until he drank himself to death. She smirked.

Avery chuckled, glancing down at the ground. Her gift was a challenge most times.

Ghosts appeared very real to her, and when they pop up out of nowhere, which was often, Avery had a tendency to forget that other people could not see who she was talking to. They generally assumed she was crazy.

Then the pizza guy’s shout grabbed Avery’s attention. She acknowledged him through the window and turned back to the ghost. What’s your name?

Brenda.

Avery added a nod as she walked around Brenda. Well, Brenda. If you need help moving on, I’m your girl. There was nothing worse than walking through a ghost. The chill always lingered long after contact. There was no other feeling like it. Almost like an ache in your bones.

I’ll keep you posted.