My name is Nora Black, and Iām fifty-one years young. At least thatās what I tell myself, when Iām not having hot flashes, my knees donāt hurt, and I can find my reading glasses.
Iām also the proud owner of a salon called Scents & Scentsability in the small resort town of Garden Cove, where I make a cozy living selling handmade bath and beauty products. All in all, my life is pretty good.
Except for one little glitchā¦
Since my recent hysterectomy, where I died on the operating table, Iāve been experiencing what some might call paranormal activity. No, I donāt see dead people, but quite suddenly Iām triggered by scents that, in their wake, leave behind these vividly intense memories. Sometimes theyāre unfocused and hazy, but thereās no doubt, they are very, very real.
Know what else? Theyāre not my memories. It seems Iāve lost a uterus and gained a psychic gift.
When my best friendās abusive boyfriend ends up dead after a fire, and she becomes the prime suspect, I end up a babysitter to her two teenagers while sheās locked up in the clink. Add to that the handsome detective determined to stand in my way, my super snifferās newly acquired abilities and a rash of memories connected to the real criminal, and I find myself in a race to catch a killer before my best friend is tried for murder.
My name is Nora Black, and Iām fifty-one years young. At least thatās what I tell myself, when Iām not having hot flashes, my knees donāt hurt, and I can find my reading glasses.
Iām also the proud owner of a salon called Scents & Scentsability in the small resort town of Garden Cove, where I make a cozy living selling handmade bath and beauty products. All in all, my life is pretty good.
Except for one little glitchā¦
Since my recent hysterectomy, where I died on the operating table, Iāve been experiencing what some might call paranormal activity. No, I donāt see dead people, but quite suddenly Iām triggered by scents that, in their wake, leave behind these vividly intense memories. Sometimes theyāre unfocused and hazy, but thereās no doubt, they are very, very real.
Know what else? Theyāre not my memories. It seems Iāve lost a uterus and gained a psychic gift.
When my best friendās abusive boyfriend ends up dead after a fire, and she becomes the prime suspect, I end up a babysitter to her two teenagers while sheās locked up in the clink. Add to that the handsome detective determined to stand in my way, my super snifferās newly acquired abilities and a rash of memories connected to the real criminal, and I find myself in a race to catch a killer before my best friend is tried for murder.