I'm Trisha J. Kelly - Author. A multi-genre award-winning This is a little bit about me, in a nutshell! I live in the UK, I'm married with two grown-up children and I have a couple of adorable little dogs. I live in West Norfolk on the coast. I have several different genres of published work so far. The Scarlett and Mason series, is a middle-grade fantasy which has won two awards. I also have published books for younger children. You will also find crime, paranormal cozy and cold cases among my published books with great 5* reviews. Always kept at the lowest prices and free with KU.
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Adult reading: The Case of Amy Owens, A Tropical Murder, Bromington-on-sea, Bromington Heights, Bromington Beach. Harry’s Secrets, The Conflict.
For children and middle grade: Discovering Witchetty Waters, In the Wrong Lifetime, The Rise of Sorcha, When Some Were Missing, The Great Storm of 1397, The Mystery of the Anicent Key. Blinky, Nutkins & Friends, 24 Sleeps to Go, Beaky & George, Once Upon a Timeshift.
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As predicted by Great aunt Dorothea (deceased), Rosie Wodehouse had a knock on the door. An unusual request arrives via courier. The package contains a letter from a woman who believes someone is out to kill her. She is a recluse and not quite the full shilling. In some way she is also connected to Dorothea’s past as Rosie is about to find out…
‘The stepsisters were sitting cross-legged on Rosie’s sofa and Bumble was stretched out along the back, her right front paw dangling down in her peaceful sleep. Bear was crashed out on the floor with a full tummy.
Anna took another tuna and cucumber sandwich from the plate of food they were sharing. Rosie sipped at the frothy cappuccino; after lunch, they intended to get stuck into what they had so far. In her usual style, Dorothea wasn’t going to give too much away. A thud on the coffee table made them jump. A small cardboard box landed in front of them. Rosie reached out and took the lid off, it was full of photos. Just then there was a light tapping on the front window.
“It’s James!” Rosie jumped up to let him in. He was peeking through the blind and could see the animals sleeping.
“Darling! How are you? You look divine!” He flounced through the front door and into the apartment.
“Anna, how marvellous. I’m glad I caught you both at home. Dorothea thinks I might be able to help you with something. Oh, you have a rake of cakes, may I?”
“How’s our favourite psychic millionaire?” Rosie teased. “Are you settling into your new home okay?”
“Let me tell you dearie, Bromington Heights, is without any doubt, the best thing I ever purchased. The tenants are moving out shortly and I have enormous plans for my belated housewarming. You do know Dorothea visits me there?”
“I didn’t, no. But I thought I heard her talking to me earlier when we went to…”
“Bromington Beach. Yes, she’s told me all about it.”
“Would you like coffee, James?” Anna offered.
“How sweet. Just two sugar lumps darling. I’m minding my figure.”
“So she isn’t grounded to this house then, that’s for sure,” Rosie smiled.
“For a spirit, she has come along leaps and bounds. She appears to be gathering the energy levels she had in her prime, as a young woman. She tells me you are working on something and you must take her old friend at her word.”
“Let me show you what it’s all about.” Rosie retrieved the letter, the cheque was folded inside and it caused James to smirk too.
“Dorothea tells me she owes her and I think this amount reflects that. After all these years, Prudence has not forgotten that much at least.” James snorted with laughter at only he knew what.’
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Bromington-on-sea, Bromington Heights, Bromington Beach.
It all begins in book one, where we meet Rosie Wodehouse. She is a young, twenty something who lives in a small flat with her beloved pets. Bear, her playful pup, and Bumble, her temperamental cat. Over the last couple of years she has befriended Anna. Anna Rose, the fun-loving very talented artist who lives in the flat upstairs. She is slightly older than Rosie and the two of them have become very good friends over the last couple of years.
Anna just has her mum, Jane, and a few, not very meaningful relationships in her past. Jane is adorable and quite often sends her daughter home with tins of home-made cakes and delights after their trips out for the day.
Rosie loves her father, Walter, but he has done very little to stand up to her mother, Mildred Wodehouse over the years. The woman takes great delight in making her daughter’s life as miserable as she possibly can. The child has never been anything more than an inconvenience and continues to be so as far as she is concerned. Mildred has a son, Michael, who she dotes on, she only has room in her heart for him. Neither Walter nor Rosie have ever held her affections. Walter is Mildred’s provider, tricked into marriage and Rosie was a mistake. Michael’s father emigrated to Australia shortly after Mildred announced she was pregnant.
True to form, Rosie is counting the days to her next payday. Her pets are always well fed, unlike herself. She has more biscuit crumbs in the bottom of her cupboard than anything else. She hates her job, her 25th birthday is looming and the postman has just delivered an official looking letter. It will soon find itself on the top of the unopened pile she can’t quite bring herself to open.
The view from her tiny London flat is nothing to marvel at, parked cars in a small road which turns into several other small roads. When the phone rings and rings again she is forced to open the letter.