Psychic Widow: All for Love: Book One

By Karen D. Canavan

Widowed at a young age, Penelope West now makes her living as an artist and art instructor. However, she is also in possession of certain spiritual gifts that allow her to comfort those in pain and even see inside the souls of strangers. At a charity event, Penelope locks eyes with the gorgeous Russell Howard and feels as though theyve met before.

Russell is an injury solicitor, bored with his everyday life and uncommitted fianc. He finds Penelopes charity show to be meaningless until he meets the artist herself and is immediately taken with her beauty and mystery. Penelope is shocked to sense Russell is actually her soul mate, but theres a long list of problems involved in starting a relationship.

First of all, Russell is engaged to someone else. Penelope, meanwhile, is happy to be single and independent, following a very rocky marriage. Yet, neither can resist the strong connection between them, and Russell is surprised by all the secret things Penelope seems to know about him. Could they have a happy life together, or will Penelopes need for freedom ruin their chance at becoming husband and wife?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris UK
• Release date: Dec 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781514447604

Karen D. Canavan

Karen D. Canavan has been married to her husband, Stephen, for fifteen years, and they have two children. She works part-time with preschoolers and has a keen interest in the spiritual world. She achieved her Reiki Master Degree and is also known for her psychic readings.

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Copyright © 2015 by Karen D. Canavan.

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

I dedicate the Psychic Widow series to my dad (Paul Thomas Henshaw) who passed away on 20th May 2015. Thanks for all the good times and for the last holiday spent together at Norfolk Broads, memories of which I will treasure until I join you in the next life. Love you loads, your little girl x.

CHAPTER 1

I sit at my desk in my office feeling bored after just finishing yet another boring telephone conversation. When will something exciting happen in my life I wonder as I look out of the window into the busy street outside. These boring injury claims are all the same, this car went into that, the same old compensation claims. I need more excitement in my life and where can I take Grace this evening? She has been so distant lately I’m beginning to wonder if being engaged to her is the right thing for my future.

The phone rings distracting me from my thoughts. Russell Howard. I answer with the same enthusiasm as my mood today, what is wrong with me today.

Mr Howard, I have your sister Rosanna on the phone for you, shall I put her through?

Yes Mrs Jones, oh and a coffee wouldn’t go a miss, thank you. Mrs Jones a dear sweet personal assistant of mine, I have known her for almost 5 years now always willing to lend a hand. Of course Mr Howard.

What does Rosanna want, she doesn’t usually ring me at the office. Hello Rosanna, everything alright?

Hi Russell, yeah everything’s fine. Just ringing to ask what you and Grace are up to this evening? Only I’m going to a show in London. Jean and Michelle were coming with me but Jeans gone down with the flu and Michelle needs to go and see her grandma, she was taken ill this morning.

Nothing to serious I hope?

Not sure yet, I’ll let you know later. So anyhow what about this show, I have 2 tickets going and don’t want to go on my own.

Oh it’s not one of those mumbo jumbo weirdo shows you’re always going to, is it?

"They are not Mumbo Jumbo, besides Grace found it fascinating last time she came with me."

Who are you seeing this time, Nelly the Elephant, and how much of a rip off where the tickets. You do know it’s just all a money making scam, don’t you? It’s all a set-up, when has anyone ever come to you? But I suppose Grace did enjoy going last time, I thought to myself, even though I’d probably be bored all evening.

"For your information Russell this is a charity evening and all proceeding’s go to the MacMillan Nurses, this medium only does shows for charity. Mystic Pen and guest Rose who occasionally work together on stage only work for charity. Please say you’ll come, I’ve never seen them before and I really can’t go on my own."

I’ll have to check with Grace then get back to you, but I suppose if it’s for charity, I’ll be bored out of my brains all evening though. I can’t believe I just said that, am I really going to go to one of those shows my sisters always going on about. She’s so desperate for answers to Suzie’s death she’ll believe anything. As much as it pains me to think it Suzie starved herself to death and has gone, that’s it, nothing more to say on the subject, although just the thought of not being able to help brings a lump to my throat.

Great the show starts at 7.30pm, shall I meet you at the entrance at 7.00pm.

Supposing we are going, I’ll see if I can arrange for Gibson to pick you up and we’ll all go together.

Typical of my brother always wanting to make sure I get there in one piece. Ok, what time? About 5.30pm.

That’s settled then, see you at 5.30pm and Russell Thanks.

And before I can answer she’s gone, just like Rosanna, great now my evening is going to be as boring as my day I sigh as Mrs Jones brings my coffee and biscuits in.

Thought the biscuits might cheer you up Mr Howard says Mrs Jones.

I very much doubt that, but the thought is nice. Thank you Mrs Jones, everything’s fine, just been conned into going to one of those shows with Rosanna.

I’m sure you’ll have a pleasant evening Mr Howard; you know Rosanna just needs a sign then she will be able to grieve properly.

Um is all I manage to say. Mrs Jones doesn’t usually comment on such things and what possible sign could Rosanna be given, Suzie’s gone and that’s it and we did absolutely nothing to help. I feel that lump form in my throat again, I must get on with these reports to see who’s at fault that should take my mind of Suzie, and Grace for that matter.

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CHAPTER 2

W e arrive at the theatre at 7.10pm. Grace has been texting on the phone texting on and off the whole journey. What is she up to, I wonder. As we enter the West End Theatre the place is spectacular having seen various shows here over the years, I am always in awe of these magnificent theatres. It’s just a shame that this show will be one without excitement, but wait a minute is that a picture of the medium on stage tonight.

Her piercing blue eyes and long black velvet hair, maybe it was worth coming just for the view, she is certainly stunning, and there is something familiar about those eyes, so cold yet compassionate all at the same time, it feels like I know her somehow, but I can’t for the life of me think how. Rosanna interrupts my thoughts.

Come on Russell we need to find our seats, I’ve arranged for us to sit in the centre stalls at the back, sorry, I know you prefer a private box but you know I can’t do heights.

Ok, shall we get some refreshments?

Nothing for me thanks.

Grace, would you like anything?

Um, what, oh, no thanks, I’ll wait till the interval.

I look over at the queue