When a movie shoot ends in murder, a caffeine fix might be the starâs only hope.
Skye OâMalleyâs grandmother always told her she inherited the Sight. But other than an occasional message from a blob of tea leaves or a vague dream, Skye doesnât think sheâs anything special, since she canât even predict which of her coffee-shop customers will order hard-core black or fancy frou-frou with extra foam.
The only instinct she can rely on is the jangly feeling that something is about to happen. Like when her best friend (and only employee) Deanne tells her that a film crew is coming to their hometown of Las Vegas, New Mexico. The lead is Hollywoodâs hottest action-movie star, Max Sullivan, who just happens to be Skyeâs former "boy next door"âŚand her lifelong, unrequited crush.
Just having him around unbalances Skye's carefully curated existence. But when she starts having disturbing dreams involving Max and a prop gun, she canât ignore them. Especially when the filmâs notoriously unpleasant director turns up dead, and the evidence points to one prime suspect. Max.
Max needs a miracle, not a not-quite witch. But heâs placing all his trust in Skye â and her murky tea leaves â to help him find the real culprit before the actual murderer gets away clean.
When a movie shoot ends in murder, a caffeine fix might be the starâs only hope.
Skye OâMalleyâs grandmother always told her she inherited the Sight. But other than an occasional message from a blob of tea leaves or a vague dream, Skye doesnât think sheâs anything special, since she canât even predict which of her coffee-shop customers will order hard-core black or fancy frou-frou with extra foam.
The only instinct she can rely on is the jangly feeling that something is about to happen. Like when her best friend (and only employee) Deanne tells her that a film crew is coming to their hometown of Las Vegas, New Mexico. The lead is Hollywoodâs hottest action-movie star, Max Sullivan, who just happens to be Skyeâs former "boy next door"âŚand her lifelong, unrequited crush.
Just having him around unbalances Skye's carefully curated existence. But when she starts having disturbing dreams involving Max and a prop gun, she canât ignore them. Especially when the filmâs notoriously unpleasant director turns up dead, and the evidence points to one prime suspect. Max.
Max needs a miracle, not a not-quite witch. But heâs placing all his trust in Skye â and her murky tea leaves â to help him find the real culprit before the actual murderer gets away clean.