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The Mystic Retreat Mystery
The Mystic Retreat Mystery
The Mystic Retreat Mystery
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Lumbered with a world-famous hippie artist for a mother, Etheria Goldsmith gravitated to the opposite extreme. As cynical and materialistic as they come, she's pissed off -- to say the least -- when said mother enrolls her on a loopy Goddess Meditation retreat in some ancient mansion in the middle of nowhere.

Things only start to look up when Etheria discovers the participants will be meditating in the nude, since ogling naked females is one of her favorite pastimes. Even better, she finds herself grouped with a Tantric sex expert named Katie Drake.

But Katie is on an undercover mission, digging into the twisted truth behind the meditation retreat. The drama culminates in a string of spooky murders ... and Etheria and Katie find themselves locked in with the murderer!
LanguageEnglish
PublisherJMS Books LLC
Release dateMar 21, 2020
ISBN9781646562909
The Mystic Retreat Mystery
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Maya Anders

Maya Anders writes both fiction and non-fiction, mainly on mystical, spiritual, and paranormal subjects. She spends a lot of time fantasizing about other women’s sex lives.

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    The Mystic Retreat Mystery - Maya Anders

    The Mystic Retreat Mystery

    By Maya Anders

    Published by JMS Books LLC

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    Copyright 2020 Maya Anders

    ISBN 9781646562909

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    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    Published in the United States of America.

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    The Mystic Retreat Mystery

    By Maya Anders

    The venue for the meditation retreat was an isolated private house in rural Vermont. The long driveway wound its way through the opulent grounds, which had been carefully landscaped to give approaching visitors a panoramic view of the palatial neo-gothic mansion. I wasn’t impressed—in fact I was pissed off. I’m a fun-loving city girl through and through. This sort of thing might be okay for arty types like my mother—and of course it was my mother who sent me here. She said it would improve my soul. That wasn’t a prospect I was looking forward to; I like my soul the way it is, cynical and hedonistic.

    I rolled the car to a stop in the small parking lot. It was the latest model Tesla roadster, sleek and sexy like me—and self-righteously eco-friendly, because that’s what Mom likes, and it was her money that paid for it. It’s a car that usually stands out from the crowd, but not here. The other cars in the parking lot—there were four of them—were just as shiny, prestigious, and expensive-looking. That wasn’t surprising, given the exorbitant fees this guru woman was charging.

    As I got out, a huge Lincoln SUV pulled up. I waited to see what sort of creature emerged from it. It turned out to be someone I vaguely knew—by sight, anyway. It was one of the professors from the university I dropped out of (yawn, Harvard, don’t you know). I racked my brain for a name. Belinda Burgess, I decided—a professor of feminist studies

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